Eighty Seven

After the nurse in the nearest hospital treated my wound, we left. I was walking side by side with Zach towards the parking lot. I didn't say anything when he told me that he missed me.

He hates me, why should he say that?

"Thank you. But you don't have to take me," I said and looked at my phone with the cab to see when it would arrive.

"We need to talk," he said, and looked at my bloodied shirt. "And you need to change your shirt."

I looked at him seriously. "What are we going to talk about? Oh, you are planning to ruin my reputation after what I have done."

He sighed wearily. "Not about that. Let's talk in a quieter place, not here. In the restaurant.”

Even if I am stubborn with him although he was more stubborn than me and he was good at persistent.

"Okay," I agreed.

I didn't know which restaurant we were going to but it was far away from the mall. Until he stopped at a restaurant I had never been to.

He didn't come out and stayed where he was sitting which made me wonder.