Mira nodded, maintaining her calm behavior. "Fine, Dave," she said. "Since that’s it, I’ll leave. I’ll board a taxi, stop by the mall to pick up some fruits we’re missing at the house, and meet up with a friend later on."
Dave, who had been distractedly scribbling on a sheet of paper, suddenly stopped. His pen hovered in mid-air, and he glanced up at her. "What friend?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of suspicion.
Mira raised an eyebrow, as if the question caught her off guard. "Just a friend from abroad," she replied casually. "We met when I traveled before coming back. She’s in town for a short while."
Dave studied her for a moment, his gaze sharp but unreadable. He nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Fine," he muttered, "just don’t slam the door when you come home. I’l
