Julian West
“Where are we going, Julian?”
“To the Olive groove.” I replied, expecting her to ask why immediately. Olive groove was a five-star restaurant known for its evening crowd and beautiful karaoke, but instead, we were heading there in the morning. The only thing was that there was not a single atom of curiosity in her being. She wasn't even interested in her whereabouts, which I didn't really blame her for. I would also be a little lackadaisical too if I was in her shoes.
I watched her reaction to my suggestion, and she seemed cool with it. There was no crease on her forehead, no show of an actual thought behind her bright blue eyes. All she did was nod slowly.
I was nervous about her acting weird all night. Since her reaction to my act of kindness didn't go as I had though
