47: First in Many Years

I shook my head. He didn't need to know that anymore. I'll handle my personal affairs. I don't need to tell him about it.

"Are you sure?"

"Only Brenda texted ..."

Doubt was evident on his eyes. I shook my head and averted my gaze. He never asked about that again.

"If you want some music, you can connect your phone."

I did exactly what he said. For well not too awkward and not boring. But I don't think my choice of music suits his taste. I don't even think he's the man who likes listening to music as pastime.

Those like him, probably spends his free time with women who can entertain him the way he wants it. Surely, he can lure them on his feet without any sweat or even saying any word. That’s how I feel about him. A man who's air is like a vast darkness, dangerous.

"Do you want to eat something?" he asked in the middle of the trip.

"I'm not hungry yet ..."

"Okay ..."

It was past eleven o'clock when we arrived