Eleven

“So, who’s he?”

He? What is he talking about?

My eyebrow raise in confusion before turn to meet his gaze.

"Huh? Who?" I was confused by his sudden question.

He raised an eyebrow, "That well-dressed rich man." His funny response made me crack up.

Oh...

“Daniel?”

“He likes you.” It was a statement, not a question and I didn’t say anything to answer it, well.. We aren't in a relationship so why should I explain it to him.

When we pulled out from the parking space I noticed the dozen other bikes scattered around the place, some of the men who spread around nodded their heads when we drove past them. So he knows them too…

I look back at him, “I didn’t know you knew Vernon.”

“One of the members.” He said in a flat tone before making a turn that I know isn’t the way to my apartment, “You hungry?” He asked but already made a stop into the Italian restaurant.

I chuckled and shook my head knowing he already walked out from the driver seat to open my door.

"What happened to asking?" I grumbled a