Avelina glanced at him, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Okay."
Draven was quiet for a few seconds, as though contemplating. Through the mirror, he glimpsed Avelina. "Between a park and a restaurant, which would you like to go to?"
Avelina was instantly at a loss. She wrinkled her brows, confused. "I don't…understand." She shook her head.
Draven let out a soft breath. Of course, she would be perplexed. This was why he suggested being straightforward, but Valentine was against that! Now, what was he to do?
He rubbed his temple, stressed.
Avelina, who could glimpse his annoyed expression, let go of the hair that she had neatly packed into a man bun. She walked over to stand next to him and folded her arms.
"Is something wrong?"
Draven lifted his head, looking at her. He shook his head. "No. I am just trying to figure out a way to ask what I have in mind."
"What is that?" Avelina's interest was piqued.
