Vin's Pov
"How's work?" Hendrix asked while wiping his lips.
I looked down at my plate. Scared that he might read what I'm thinking, despite the fact that we're together. "W-Well, it's fine. How about you? Your business trip?"
I could feel his stare at me. "It's fine, and tomorrow I can finally work on my office again. But..."
"But?" I sipped on my drink but almost choked up because of what he said next.
"I really miss you. You're all what I was thinking in those days. Did you miss me too?" he asked tenderly.
I bit my lower lip.
Everything seems so romantic. The chef's fine platter, the melody in the background, the dim and strategically place, and even the weather of the night, which is a bit cold and rainy, but...why couldn't feel anything? Why it feels off? What's wrong with me?
