" Cole talked almost continuously on the drive, chatting away about his car and what we’d do later. Occasionally, I would nod or smile in response to something he’d said, but apart from that, I just sat and listened to him speaking. His voice was smooth and calming. Not talking to him was hard. I desperately wanted to return his quick banter with something smart of my own. But I stayed tongue-tied. As we pulled into the half-full car park, I started to feel sick. People whispered to each other whenever I was around. "
― Natasha Preston , Silence (Silence, #1)