Chapter 75
- The atmosphere was wrapped into an awkward silence for the first two or three glasses of cocktails, none of them uttering a word. Moreover, they stared blankly, each of them undeniably deeply trapped inside their heads with their own demons.
- “Can I get you anything more?” The waiter smiled while asking them, but no response came.
- Caressing his chin, Simon asked Martha. “Maybe… we should go?”