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Silence…
I hadn’t hated silence until now.
And it’s frustrating that I want to cut the silence between us, yet, I don’t know how.
“Are you hungry?”
I turned to him with an open mouth. I don’t know what to say. But I am glad he finally put an end to the silence between us.
“Let’s dine first before heading home,” he added.
“There’s a fancy restaurant on the underground floor of Clinton Tower. We can dine there if you want,” I finally found my voice.
“Do you like the food there?” He glanced at me for a few seconds and put his attention back to driving.
“Fair enough. The food is good.”
“I don’t want good food.”
I turned to him, confused.
“I want the best food to eat,” he continued. “We will pay for it. Better get the best.”
I didn’t argue and just nodded. I should not
