OLIVIA
“The sandstorm happens once in a while,” Benjamin had mentioned earlier as the storm settled, “And when it does, driving is restricted.”
Which explained why Christian and I were stuck here for the night.
I stole a glance at him. He was clearly not handling the situation well. With no service, his ever-present phone was practically useless, leaving him with nothing to scroll through or type away on. For someone who insisted on coming here, he sure didn’t seem to like the desert at night. He looked bored out of his mind.
The silence between us stretched and I felt uncomfortable, just sitting there.
I considered saying something to strike up a conversation but I didn’t know what to say exactly. We barely talked as it was, except when we were arguing, and this felt like a rare opportunity for an actual conversation.
After all, I hardly knew anything about him… other than the fact that he was the man I was bound to by contract.
The file he had given me to study about him was vague.
