DAHLIA 

…or I thought we were going home. 

“Where are we driving to, Zac?” 

“You don’t remember this place?” He asked, turning away from the road for only a fraction of a second to give me an mysterious smile. 

Slowly, I shook my head. “No, not really.” I narrowed my gaze upon seeing a particularly familiar stall. 

This was a remote area. 

We were way out of the urban part of town. 

My eyes widened a bit in recognition. “This used to be my old work place. This was where Haven and I saw you on that first day.”

His smile growing, he nodded affirmative. “Yes.”

“What are we doing...