The navy blue truck glided smoothly along the expressway, the city now a distant memory behind as beautiful open fields stretched on both sides. The sun rose higher in the sky, bathing the road in golden light.
Lariette's gaze still remained on Ruediger's side profile, curiosity flickering in her sapphire eyes. He hadn't said anything, but it seemed like he was thinking about where to begin.
In the rare times Madeline talked about Ruediger, she used to mention that the man was an avid traveler during his school break. Felicia was often worried because he usually only packed a few things before setting off.
Ruediger hummed thoughtfully, still tapping one finger on the steering wheel in a slow rhythm. After a moment of pondering, he said, "Well... I haven't told you the time I got chased by an ostrich, right?"
Blinking, Lariette was dumbfounded, "Excuse me? Chased... by an ostrich?"
Seriously? Where did this happen?
