Arianne sneered quietly and turned her head away to look at the road outside. “Nowhere! I don’t wanna go anywhere at all.”
Mark finally caught on. “Hmm? Is there something on your mind? You’re a little bilious, aren’t you? Did I chaff you in any way?… I didn’t, right?”
Arianne might not be able to tell him what was on her mind outright, but the fact that he had to ask at all made her feel even glummer. “No, you didn’t. And I’m not ‘bilious’, okay? You think I’d dare be bilious around you? Let’s just go back to eating, shall we? I still have plenty of drafts I haven’t finished, and I need to get back there.”
To her frustration, Mark did exactly as she said! He went straight back into carving his steaks with (strangely) rapt attention!
Arianne was so exasperated that she almost let out a loud “urrghh!”. Was this not the same guy usually known for his acumen? Why could he not read her mind right now? Fine, then—let’s see if he could go through his life without ever mentioning restoring their marriage!
The two parted ways in the company after lunch, each tending to their respective agenda. When it was time to go home, Arianne exited the main door just in time to catch Mark’s car driving out from the parking basement.
He pulled over in front of her… to say hi. “I have some matters to attend to,” he explained, “so I can’t send you home today. Please be careful when hailing an uber, alright? See you tomorrow.”
Arianne cocked an eyebrow. “Whatever, man. You do your important business; I’ll be fine. It’s not like you have an unbroken streak of driving me home every day. Plus, I’m perfectly capable of not getting lost by myself.”
He waved and hit the road.
Arianne felt strange tingles over her mind, yet there had been nothing unnatural or out of sorts in the tone he used. He sounded cordial and devoid of edge.
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