As I sat beside Miller in the car, the silence between us was loud. I was stunned by what had just happened. My mind replayed the event from the beginning of my troubles.
Raphael didn't show up for the date he organized. I was still curious about that, then Miller's sudden appearance ignited the confusion in me, putting me in a perplexed state.
As Miller navigated the car along the road, I didn't bother asking him where we were headed; my focus was on mentally preparing myself to confront him, to ask him that one question.
The only question echoing in my mind was: How did he know I was at that restaurant?
Finally, the car came to a gentle halt, and Miller stepped out. He turned around to the passenger seat to open the door. He offered me a hand and hesitantly, I took it.
My eyes
