By the time we reached home, the sky had already turned a dull shade of orange, dragging the weight of the day with it.
Dave didn't bother saying anything after that conversation. He worked for most of the day while I wrote my story. I tried to.
But my brain was already occupied with all the things happened. First, Dave almost dragging me with him to his work, then the meeting with Beck, and like the last nail on the coffin. Nicole's sudden appearance.
When we reached home, he didn't even spare me a glance. He just walked straight to his room, shutting the door hard. Too hard, as if he was shutting the entire world out.
Typical.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
After getting into my room, I put the bag on my desk. I also felt guilty that I could not progress in my story, but was it my fault?
Somehow, I knew that Dave would go to the Sunday brunch as it was Grandpa Albert who invited him.
