StargazingMoMo

The dark eyes of that man keep staring at me from the rearview mirror and i, as a result, hold my arms more and more around my chest and sink even more into the backseat of that damned car, feeling an increased sense of unease. I'd like to look out of the window at least, but they're tinted and, so, the only thing that i can do is to address my gaze towards the seat next to me, since i don't have any intention to meet again the agent's one. How said he is called... ? Oh, right, now i remember. « Agent Coulson you should maintain your eye on the road, rather than me. » I reproach him then, having shifted my attention on the biker b