"Can't you even ask me why I am like this today? You could have at least asked, wouldn't you?"
The way Venessa asked almost made Arthur stop the car, but he didn't. He took a quick glance at her and then let out a small silent breath.
"Why?" His enchanting yet slightly melancholic voice filled the space between them. And yet she desired the question should have been asked by someone else.
Isn't it always like that? She just always ends up asking for the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Arthur knew it was very strange of her to get drunk alone at night and sleep in the bar. But what he didn't know was if she changed after all the time. It was likely to happen because they didn't have that much contact in the past few years anyway.
