The suffocating silence as they forced themselves to finish their food strangled Maxen in his seat. Olivia was spacing out the entire time and he badly wanted to speak about anything random but the gloomy air around her made it hard for him to see through her.
Maxen was not a patient man. Oftentimes he would apply his patience to more important matters, for example: Peace talks or dealing with terrorists. Yet here he was, holding every inch of his patience as he watched the lady who stole his heart absentmindedly slicing through the small portion of fish that didn't need to be sliced. The poor thing was the size of a crumb. Another moment passed by and Olivia was almost finished with only a bite of food left on her plate.
