Tristan brought me into one of my favorite restaurants. He didn't hesitant to take the risk without knowing about what I want.
Perhaps, there are things that we both liked. As what I could remember, no one dared to speak along the way and it made me uncomfortble.
We had never been together for how many years which brought me into a room without any door and window.
The whole time being, he remained silent but I caught him stealing stares at me.
"What are you looking at?" I annoyingly asked.
I was about to put the meat in my mouth when I caught Tristan. But instead of saying sorry, he shrugged off his shoulders and three deadly stares at me.
"Jeez, such a jerk!" I whispered and didn't know that he heard it.
His brows furrowed as he stopped slicing the meat for a moment. There was a white, clean cloth as he wiped off the dirt from the tip of his lips.
"What did you just say? That I am jerk?" he repeated what I said a few seconds ago.
