”Do you want to go home?” Pierce asked while driving. “I can just cancel the reservation.”

I glanced at him. He’s talking about the reservation he made at a restaurant. I snapped out of my senses and I shook my head. I know I’m not on my right self but I don’t want to be rude to Pierce.

”No, I’m fine. You made that reservation already.” I answered.

We were both silent until we arrived at this fancy restaurant. If this was a normal day, I would’ve told him little ...