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Silence…

I hadn’t hated silence until now.

And it’s frustrating that I want to cut the silence between us, yet, I don’t know how.

“Are you hungry?”

I turned to him with an open mouth. I don’t know what to say. But I am glad he finally put an end to the silence between us.

“Let’s dine first before heading home,” he added.

“There’s a fancy restaurant on the underground floor of Clinton Tower. We can dine there if you want,” I finally found my voice.

“Do you like the food there?” He glanced at me for a few seconds and put his attention back to driving.

“Fair enough....