He wasn't saying anything. Instead of attempting to revive the conversation, Izzy rest her forehead against the window, allowing her mind to wander. And then there was music, and she didn't mind, a faint smile appearing as the sound of Freddie Mercury's voice filtered through the speakers. As the song shifted to the next one, she stiffened, frowning intently as she identified the tune.
Rio.
Without thinking, she reached out to quickly and expertly manipulate the radio dial, tuning in to her favorite country station before settling back in her seat. Only then did she realize that she might have just overstepped a boundary.
"I have tried so hard to like Duran Duran for Mama, Daddy," she explained, a mix of apologeticness and sheer misery at the thought of even having to sit through one song. "But I just can't."