There was an unusual silence as Brian drove me back home. My mind drifted off to nothing in particular.
“Are you always this quiet? He asked, jolting me back to the present.
“Uhhhh. No “ I stuttered
“I don't just feel like talking”
“Why? Are you scared that I might eat you up?” He said sarcastically, earning him a chuckle from my end.
“No sir. I mean, Brian” I said, lightheartedly.
“So why aren't you talking?” He pressed on
“I just don't have anything to talk about”
“Okay, how about we have dinner together. Maybe then, you might have something to talk about”
“Am not sure Brian. I just want to go home” I said, with an unsettled expression.
“Sorry Avery, I don't take no for an answer” he said as he swerved to the parking lot of a fine dining restaurant.
“Let's have dinner here” he
