‘Was he thinking of taking me to the movies? Maybe an art gallery? Oh, perhaps some kind of museum? Perhaps, he’d plan a cute picnic in the park?’
Then again, this was James I was dealing with. It was truly difficult to associate a man like him with any of the ideas that came to mind.
He certainly didn’t come off as the kind of guy who would be interested in holding hands while lounging back on some sort of blanket on the ground, overlooking the city skyline. Regardless, the whole ordeal left me rather intrigued and I obediently followed after James as we headed out to the car.
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When we arrived at our unknown destination, I got out of the back seat and stared blankly at the large medical facility that stood at least five stories high.
“James?” my voice filled with questionable co
