THE DINNER

I got dressed meticulously, making sure my corporate attire was perfectly in place before heading out for work. The outfit was a tailored blazer accompanied by a fitted skirt that hugged my curves just right. After a long and demanding few days at the office, I found myself standing by the roadside, waiting for Roman to pick me up. Much to my surprise, he arrived earlier than I had anticipated; I half-expected him to keep me waiting until my legs grew weary, but I was evidently mistaken.

I approached the car, the sleek vehicle gleaming under the sun. With a gentle tug, I pulled the door handle and slipped inside. The silence was palpable as he didn't offer a word of greeting or acknowledgment before swiftly pulling away from the curb. I matched his quietude, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. Minutes later, he parked outside a bustling shopping complex, and I turned to him, brow furrowed in confusion.