"Hmm." Sophie didn't have anything to hide.
"Where do you usually live?"
How should she answer? Normally, she slept by Asher Land's side, wherever he lived, she would sleep. But she couldn't just say that directly to Oliver Johnson, right?
"I don't have a fixed place, most of the time I stay in hotels because I have many gigs." She instinctively lied.
"I see." Oliver didn't ask more. Actually, when they were together, he felt quite comfortable, but for some reason, she always seemed a bit unnatural.
Oliver sat on the sofa flipping through his phone, while Sophie stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, the atmosphere still somewhat awkward.
She made a cup of very 'rough' tea and placed it on the coffee table.
The reason it's called rough is that the tea leaves were casually grabbed from a convenience store, and the water, due to her impatience, wasn't fully boiled, making the tea leaves float on top.
