Kevin must have noticed at the sudden changes of my mood and I felt bad for him. He’s trying his best to make it work but what’s wrong with me? I scolded myself for being a bitch.

“Do you have something specific in mind to eat?” He asked and when I didn’t respond on time, he furrowed his forehead and began to worry.

“Just don't worry about me,” I told him.

“Are you not feeling well? Do you want to go home?”

“I'm just exhausted from swimming,” I lied and forced myself to smile at him.

“Ah, I see. Actually, after dinner, I was hoping to go bar hopping but...