“Are we not going home yet?” I asked Damien when I noticed that we’re not taking the road home. He turned left on the intersection instead of going straight ahead.
Damien smiled and shook his head. “We’ll be bored at home.”
I frowned at him. “So, are we going to look for a job now?”
We’ve both resigned from the mansion and I don’t know where we’ll get our income now. I have savings but I have to think what I want to do with it. Business? Could be. But what would be a good business?
“No,” Damien replied.
I looked at him, confused. “Then, what?”
“Date…” he replied as he bit his lower lip.
My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Damien and I never really had a date before. He never attempted. I always thought that maybe it’s because he didn’t want me to be strained. And
