Just as Vincent said, they went to a drive-thru to grab something to eat. Fil, on the other hand, ate the ice cream in the passenger seat. She was hungry, and it wasn't a lie. She didn't eat well during her dinner with Jackson. How could she? She was the dinner. Although Jackson offered to eat after their long intimate session, she refused because she didn't have the appetite.
On their way to her place, she couldn't help but glance at the driver's seat.
'Who would have thought he could talk so much?' she wondered, almost flabbergasted at how Vincent kept talking from the moment they entered the car until now. 'He usually gives me the silent treatment, saying he was too tired and had no energy to talk.'
Fil slowly set her eyes to the window. 'I'm so sleepy.'
