Date?

Jun parked the car in their underground parking lot and got out of the car in a hurry making his way toward Iori’s side who was making her way out while eying him cautiously.

He took her hand in his, pulled her out gently, and then circled her waist with his arm heading toward the elevator in hurried steps.

The silence went on until they got into the apartment where he locked the door and rushed toward his room holding his phone to his ear. She heard some muffled talking and realized that he was speaking on the phone with someone.

Iori stood in the middle of the room putting her purse down and waiting for Jun to emerge from his room patiently.

Jun came out of the room changed and his hair was ruffled from him running his hand against it. A nervous habit she noticed in him.

His eyes widened when he found her standing in the same spot where he left her, guilt marring his feature as he sighed and came to stand beside her,

“I…