She is currently on a plane home. She can't stop thinking about him. Little fragments of him keep popping in her head. There he was in the drivers seat, driving to God knows where. She sat behind him, and kept looking through the rear view mirror. He played some music, and she danced and sang along. She checked the rear view mirror again, only to see him gaping at her, making her cheeks turn into a pink tint, knowing that he saw her dance and sing like an idiot. He smirked like he was reading her mind.
