After dinner, Nancy and Samuel went back home. Nancy's mind was filled with questions, and Samuel could tell that just by looking at her eccentric expressions. As they entered the apartment, they sat on the living room couch. It was officially their space for hard conversations.
They had all sorts of conversations in this space. Why not another one? Nancy quietly glared at Samuel, wondering how to start the conversation. Samuel read well and spoke first.
"You want to ask me why I said that," Samuel made a guess.
"Mmm," Nancy quietly hummed, failing to maintain eye contact with him.
As much as she wanted him to open up to her, she found it hard to keep a straight face. Nancy had always taken these kinds of conversations lightly. Subconsciously, it affected her deeply. She was unaware of it as well, but it made her feel certain ways.
