~Riccardo's POV~
I was tempted to slam down on the brakes, completely stop for a second, and then ask her to repeat what she had just said. But I couldn't do that in the middle of traffic, not without risking both our lives. So I just stared at her from the rear view mirror, trying to hold her gaze and understand if I had heard correctly.
"What?" I finally broke the silence after a few seconds. "What did you just say?"
Anne tore her eyes away from mine and turned to watch the traffic from the window. I know she heard me, she just didn't want to reply.
"I'm asking what you just said?" I asked once again, my tone rising beyond normal, while my grip on the steering wheel tightened.
