I sat there absentmindedly, swirling my finger around in the glass of liquor, waiting for Marco to return to the table.
After a while, he came back. I caught a faint scent of perfume mixed with the smell of cigarettes. Maybe he had smoked a cigarette outside.
As he sat down at the table, Marco remained silent, just drinking and not saying anything. Did he have no intention of speaking to me? He remained quiet, so how could I tell him that I was ready to be his girlfriend?
"Can you take me to the airport?" he suddenly asked, his gaze fixed on the glass of wine, not looking at my face at all.
"Huh?" I responded, taken aback.
"For my departure, can you drop me off at the airport?" Marco lifted his head and looked at me.
I was speechless. His words made my heart skip a beat. I didn't wan
