"Sure," Chibuzor murmured, though his voice betrayed a nervous crack as he eased into his seat. He grabbed a slice of toast mostly for show, turning it over in his hand without taking a bite. Her calmness unsettled him far more than any argument ever could.
Olaedo finished her meal with quiet precision, rose from the table, and headed outside without a single backward glance.
After a beat, Chibuzor pushed up from his chair and followed, leaving his untouched toast behind.
With Olaedo in this mood, giving her too much space felt dangerous, like stepping away from a wound that still needed pressure.
"I will dri—"
The words died in his throat.
Olaedo wasn't walking toward his car.
She had already slid into the driver's seat of her car, window rolling down smoothly as her eyes met his. Calm. Controlled. And somehow colder than the night before.
