#Chapter14
I watched as Warren trudged inside the front door.
/"Ciao./" He spoke gruffly and tipped his head about a millimeter in greeting. I was getting used to it. Warren didn't speak much, or show any emotion for that matter but I'd stopped being terrified of him.
/"Will you be staying over for dinner?/" I asked from the kitchen.
/"No./" His response was curt and I didn't mind, I knew he wasn't trying to be rude intentionally. It was just how he communicated.
I eyed the crisp suit he had on. /"You're dressed up. Hot date?/" I teased.
He gave me a blank look and for a moment I thought he didn't understand but then he shook his head slightly and muttered. /"Not a date. Party./"
My ears perked up at the mention of a party.
I couldn't recall the last time I'd actually went to a party.
Had I ever been to a party?
I tried to search my mind but came up blank.