/Embers pov/
"So where are we going ?" I ask him while silently praying that his definition of somewhere nice is not another expensive restaurant because I am tired of seeing food.
The issue here is that I don't have appetite and staring at the food without the vibe to eat is just gives me more energy to overthink and I don’t want to do that to myself.
"It's a secret" he says as he continues to drive making me more curious about where we are going.
I try to suppress my curiousity by looking out of the window and allowing the cold breeze to fan my face .
After a while, we get to the park and he packs the car in the parking lot
"We are here " he says and I smile politely
"I can't believe he brought me over here to probably ride the ferris wheel or do the random things I find myself
