Fallon POV
After fifteen minutes drive to my home, Roger pulled his car over at the side of the road not too far from my shabby apartment. I felt embarrassed already as I stared at the dark alley that was leading to my place. His sports car clearly doesn’t belong in this area. I’m afraid someone might scratch them. I knew that this is a bad idea to bring him back to my apartment, but he was being persistent.
He gave me another full long speech about how we should spend more time together to know each other. Bla…bla…bla… How his mother would know that we’re faking it.
Seems like he’s very invested in this fake relationship thing. “So, can we get in now?” Roger asked as he found me stoned at my seat. He was already taking the food in both hands.
“Oh?.. Okay.” I said, unbuckling my sea
