Chapter Seventy Four

Gwen.

He doesn't expect us to eat from the safe plate. That looks intimate; we're friends, but apart from that, we're nothing else. Why did we have to eat from the same plate?

Ryan must have noticed how quiet I was after he said that, so he said without looking at me, "Do not think much about it Gwen. I can see your head doing some calculations from here.”

I didn't bother to hide my curiosity,

“why didn't you get yours?”

“Where's the fun in it if I get my separate plate and do not eat from the same plate but do not think of it as something else Gwen, just think of it as two friends sharing a plate of ice cream. That is all, do not think more about it,” he assured, and I wanted to go with that excuse, ‘Just two friends eat from the same plate.’

Ryan continued driving, and although I did not have an idea where he was taking me, I kept quiet and just enjoyed the ride, and all I wanted to do was free my mind and off every single thought.

After driving for what felt like an eternity to