KENNEDY
WE head outside the restaurant after we finish our meal. The atmosphere between Asmodeus and I has become a little bit lighter since we had that conversation.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked after we went back to his car.
"I don't know," I said, shrugging my shoulder. "I have no other plans for the rest of the day. How about you?" I asked.
"I have a few documents that I need to sign. I'll probably drop by the office later," he answered.
I was hit by a sudden pang of disappointment. I thought he had already cleared the whole day for us. But then again, who am I to demand more of his time. I can see that he has already made a lot of adjustments since the beginning of our arrangement. I was always tempted to label what we have as a relationship. But I know for a fact that
