You had gotten into your Spree driver's car and looked around, noticing some bottles of water so that passengers could take one if they liked. The plastic crinkled softly as you shifted in your seat, and the air carried a faint chemical smell beneath the new car scent. What caught your attention most were the cameras positioned all over the car - small black lenses watching from every angle like mechanical eyes.

"I hope the cameras don't bother you. I'm an influencer and well, I record everything I do. Part of my content is what happens with my passengers..."Kurt said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. The sound echoed in the small space as you noticed how his knuckles were white against the leather. Although that last thing he said made you feel chills as he fixed his gaze on you through the rearview mirror, his brown eyes unblinking.

You reached for a water bottle, your throat suddenly dry. Before your fingers touched the plastic, Kurt's hand shot out, brushing yours aside. His skin was surprisingly cold despite the warm air in the car."Don't drink that water, it's already hot and I forgot to change it this morning. You can take mine," he said, offering his own bottle instead, his smile now tight at the corners.