The passing streetlights shone upon us as we drove past them. And then I wondered, when did I see you in a different light?

I blinked at my sudden thought as I slightly moved in my seat beside you as you quietly concentrated on driving. I secretly took a glimpse at you. Your face is serious and exhaustion is quite obvious on your façade due to our previous job. I moved my eyes back at the car window beside me, thinking of something to say to fill the silence, and to push away my recent disturbing thought.

I might as well sleep, since I cannot think of anything to talk about. And I don’t really want to bother you while you drive. But that escapism isn’t a good idea, is it? I must keep you awake. I looked at you again, this time, not in secret.

“Your face has grown older.”

I blurted out my honest observation, to which you rolled your eyes shortly to me then back in front again, the smile on your lips never left. Your face was both amused and confused at my remark. You let out a short chuckle.

“Back at you.”

“No, seriously.”

I wasn’t even trying to crack a joke with what I said. Your face really has grown older. Like you’ve become so mature.

“Are you trying to emphasize my age?”

You were raising your eyebrow at me as you said that. But that wasn’t what I was trying to say.

“You know I look younger than my age.”

You said next, as if trying to prove a point and that I, of all people, should