Olivia's POV
As the car passed through a bustling downtown area, Zander beside me asked, "Would you like to grab some late-night snacks?"
I glanced sideways and said, "No, maybe next time."
Now, I really wanted to go home, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep.
At that moment, what I needed was some alone time and rest to sort out my thoughts.
By the time the car stopped on the street outside the apartment, it was already past eleven at night.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned my head toward Zander, saying, "Thanks for tonight. You don't have to walk me up."
Hearing my words, Zander paused his movements, withdrew his hand, and rested it on the steering wheel, tapping it lightly as he looked at me through the half-open window. "Olivia, when is the next time?"
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