we rode in the car as i looked in the window listening to music, things felt a little awkward between us knowing that we used to date and have sex with each other here and there. but i just shook off the feeling because it wasn't important.
i was admiring the buildings and the palm trees while ethan spoke up and broke the silence.
"so where would you like to go?" he asked sliding his hands on the steering wheel.
"uhh i-i don't know, you decided to go somewhere, so you pick" i simply shrugged.
"um how about chilis, or a fancy restaurant"
"that sounds good to me" i said without fully hearing him.
"uh which one dummy"
"oh uh, a fancy restaurant"
"alright bet"
i looked out the window again listening to the music play on the radio.
"so do you ever miss las vegas?" ethan asked.
"are you kidding? hell no. if it didn't have such a terrible effect on me id definitely go back but i just can't" i sighed.
"i understand, if you don't mind me asking, what would he do to you?"
"well he would hit me, verbally abuse me, he would believe other people over me and stuff like that"
"im sorry that happened to you, you don't deserve it"
"it's fine" i said bluntly.
💭 but you did the same thing to me.
"alright, we're here"
"ou this looks fancy" i said getting out the car.
"i know i picked a good one didn't i"
"i guess" i laughed.
"hi! how many today?" the host asked.
"just two"
"alright follow me this way" she led us to a booth and gave us menus to look over.
"i think im gonna get the shrimp linguini" i said pointing to it.
"that looks good, ima get the chicken alfredo"
"yummy"
dinner was going real smooth and fun until i seen someone i really didn't want to see.
