Chapter 15.

DANTE’S POV

"Are you okay?" I asked Olivia, noticing the tension in her expression when she came back from the restroom. She was looking around nervously, and there was a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, a fake smile plastered on her face. But I could tell she was not being honest.

"You're acting a little off," I said, trying to sound casual. "Are you sure you're okay?"

“Yeah I am fine, why do you ask?” she asked me, widening the smile on her face which concealed how tense she looked before.

“You don't look comfortable, tell me what it is about. I will listen to you,” I assured her.

Olivia hesitated, then finally blurted out, "Can we just leave? I don't really feel like being here anymore."

“You are suddenly asking that we should leave when we didn't get to do everything we came here for,” I said to her.

“Oh, about that. I want us to visit other places.

I think it's getting late, I don't want you getting exposed to how cold it's going to be at night,” she sa