C40 WHY RUSH

Pigeons flying over the New York city, people rush going home… cars fill the road and that causing jammed. My eyes keep looking at Lena who sits next to me, she bit her nails as a sign that she was restless when the other hand is driving the car. “Baby are you okay?” I say as I reach over her hand. Lena moves her head and looking at me “I’m fine babe, why?” She says as she grips my hand gently