ACIR HILLS
“Would you mind grabbing dinner with me?”
Zaijian’s words echoed in my head. He repeated his question for the second time since I didn’t answer the first time. I was too astounded to even mutter a sound. Instead, I blinked slowly, eyes glued to Zaijian’s face, searching for any hint of deceit showing on his face, but even his eyes were holding the truth. He wasn’t grinning or any devious expression etched on his face.
It does, however, seem like he’s anxious as he awaits a reply from me.
His lips quivered, small beads of sweat forming on his philtrum. It was enough evidence for me that he was, indeed, nervous at this given moment. Even back when we’re dating, it was my cue to know how he’s feeling just because of that particular mannerism.
In an instant, a memory flashed in
