"You can trust me for once, Mr. Demetrius. It's a good place to eat." I said, and he raised his eyebrows at me, his fingers still on the steering wheel.
Something about sharing such a small space of car with him wasn't normal for me. Even when I had been in his car more than once, none of the moments were like this. Either was either I was bleeding my head out, or I was passing out on the road. But sitting in his car to go out for lunch wasn't something that made me calm. If anything, I was shivering. Though I tried to calm myself as much as I could, I was doing a very terrible job.
"Have you tried their food?" He asked me, and I nodded my head, rolling my eyes as irritation was slowly starting to mix in my blood. I was growing impatient with the hunger that was eating my body.
"Yes.
