Silence prevailed, and as it did, choice noticed one thing. They had once again gone around the topic and reached the point. He wanted to come on. The point where Christian wanted to have a talk.
"I don't want to talk right now. I have a killer headache and I would like to go home." She kept her words soft and gentle, showing gratitude. She felt for him to bring her back to his place and not leave her drunk at a bar alone, which Mia would have to do.
"Sit," he stood up, "I will be back in a few."
Still standing in her spot, she watched as Christian crossed her and went somewhere behind her.
It did not make sense to keep on standing especially when she was alone in the room. So, Grace awkwardly went around the couch and sat in the same. Space she had previously occupied.
She patiently waited for him to come back.
