Roxy wasn't looking forward to that. She had barely survived her own driving lessons. But as an anchor she couldn't deny her empath anything. Which pissed her off. She wasn't used to compromising. Compromising wasn't something she had ever done. But she would have to figure it out. She had no choice. 

She slid into the driver's seat and shut the door behind her. She started the van and rolled down the window. She turned the radio onto a soft rock station before headed down the road. She was counting the minutes to the city. She ignored Jesse. Not because she didn't want to get to know the woman that she would be stuck sharing a life with. She figured that the empath would need this time to adjust.