Analysing him

He arrived in time. His white sweatshirt instantly got my attention. I sat in the car and he started to drive in silence. I am not used to silence at all. He looked tired. Tiredness might have made him silent. I think he is not well. Because he hasn't said a single word for last ten minutes. He drove in silence without looking at me once. He is a closed book which I desperately want to read because of its Mystery. His car and my thoughts were moving swiftly but a traffic signal made them slow. A begger asked for money to him. He ignored the begger. It seemed like he doesn't feel anything towards that poor person or may be he has seen so many of them that he has become resilient to their plea. Signal turned green and the car moved in a straight direction but my thoughts started taking twsists and turns. 

He had taken a different route , unknown to me. It felt unsafe pretty instantaneously. I had started to loose my faith in him and just then we arrived on a familiar road. My heart rate slowed down. He still hasn't said any word. Is he so occupied in his head just like me? What made him so quite? I had so many questions to ask him. I remained silent as I was too busy in analysing him. He looked pale but handsome. We arrived at the destination and he said, " We have reached." His voice was heavy. He blinked too much and sneezed. I was right. The cab driver was sick.