He inquired, "What are you wearing?"

In his recollection, her attire typically leaned towards conservatism, rarely veering towards anything revealing.

Camila bowed her head and murmured, "Sling dress."

Isaac was rendered speechless.

Removing his coat, he draped it over her shoulders.

Camila whispered into his ear, "Now isn't the time to worry about my attire."

Isaac pursed his lips tightly, offering no reply.

Willie observed the dwindling fuel gauge, “How much longer until we reach Stone Rowans?"

Forrest calculated the distance, "It'll be over an hour."

Forrest said, "We'll have to stop for fuel."

Glancing back, Forrest noted no one trailing behind.

Yet they couldn't afford to relax their vigilance.

“There's a gas station twenty miles ahead," Forrest informed.

"Alright," Willie acknowledged.

They would need to refuel the car upon reaching their destination.

Willie sped to the gas station, arriving swiftly.

Willie refueled the car while Forrest kept watch. He needed to ascertain if anyone was approaching.

The air was tense as Forrest's phone buzzed unexpectedly.

It was Alick calling.

"I've arrived."