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Waiting for Adam to surface from his thoughts, Charlie leaned back in her seat and watched the reflection in Adam's passenger window. His eyes absently tracked the cars that passed by their limousine, until Charlie thought she saw a look of anguish flicker across his face. The young woman leaned forward to look out his window, straining to get a glimpse of whatever it was that had made his jaw suddenly clench. She saw row after row of small crosses and headstones, and realized they were passing a cemetery.

Disgusted by some thought Adam was keeping to himself, the musician reached up and undid his tie.

"The nerve of that guy," he muttered under his breath.

"Who?" asked Charlie.

Surprised, Adam looked at her with a puzzled, but kind smile.

"What, Charlie?"

"Who had the nerve?" she repeated.

With a sad shake of his head, Adam laughed.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I wasn't aware I was thinking out loud. Just forget it."

Charlie wanted to press the question further, but Adam didn't look like he was in the humor to be pressed. And yet, she didn't sense that he was angry with her.

"Where are we going this evening?" she inquired.

"What?" Adam distractedly pulled his gaze from the window and sighed patiently. "You said something about this evening?" Charlie repeated her question and he checked his pants pocket for a slip of paper. "Your hairdresser recommended a good restaurant," said Adam, running his eyes over its contents before shoving it back into his pocket. "Bill made the reservations for us."

"Are you sure you feel like going out?" she wondered.

When Adam didn't respond, she tugged at his jacket until she got his attention.

"Do you want to go home and skip our date?" asked Charlie.

"Of course not," he frowned. "Why do you ask?"

"You don't look very pleased," she observed. "Are you sure you're not mad at me for saying what I did to Norman Jones?"

With a tender smile, Adam pulled Charlie toward him, until she was nestled against his expensive designer suit.

"I'm pleased," he murmured in the hushed, private tone he always used when it was just the two of them.

"I didn't embarrass you?" Her timidness made Adam realize that he was unsettling his precious one by his brooding silence. If he didn't want her thinking such thoughts, he had to start acting like himself.

"You made me very proud," he whispered, planting a kiss on Charlie's forehead. "I'm glad my fans had a chance to see how happy you've made me."

Comforted, Charlie let herself enjoy the rest of their drive. Adam still wasn't acting as he usually did, but Charlie could see he was trying. Thankfully, they didn't pass any more cemeteries.

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