"IS something the matter?"
I looked at Sam who was currently eating his chicken fillet, his first and last meal for that day, since it was already eleven in the evening, as he gazed at me and started to have a conversation with me.
"Nothing."
Even though I was lost and it sometimes felt like my brain was floating in the air, I still managed to say that without any hesitation or a sign of stutter in my voice.
"Do you really need to lie?" he asked as he annoyingly placed his spoon and fork on the table. Frustration was written all over his face as he stared at me with an annoyed expression.
"Do you really need to ask me that question if you're not going to believe me?" I shot back as I raised my brow. "Anyway, whether I have matters to take care of or not, it shouldn't bother you, am I
