The flippant expression on Sylvain’s face instantly disappeared. “So, do you think that I’m an assh*le who relies on a sugar mommy too?”
Robin was suddenly at a loss for words. That’s what everyone thought. If she denied it right now, it would be hypocritical. After a two second pause, she opened her mouth to speak, but Sylvain stopped her mid-way. “Okay. You don’t have to answer. I don’t care what people think.”
The atmosphere turned sombre after that. Robin felt slightly suffocated in the car, so she winded the windows down, allowing the night breeze to blow through her hair and release the fragrance of her shampoo into the car. It was a charming scent. Sylvain suddenly spoke up. “Tie up your hair.”
“I don’t have a hair tie…” she replied awkwardly.
He pulled out a hair scrunchie, as if he were doing a magic trick. “Here.”
She accepted it and felt even more awkward than ever. She had left this when she stayed over at his place once. She was surprised that he still kept it and… Brought it along with him everywhere he went? Just as her mind exploded into a flurry of over-analysing, Sylvain laughed. “You’re not thinking that I’m sentimental, keeping your stuff like that, like I can’t bear to throw it away, are you? I planned on throwing it away, but I didn’t have the time. I left it in the pocket of my coat and forgot all about it. It’s been washed along with my clothes a few times.”
She immediately understood. “Thank goodness you didn’t. I like this scrunchie.”
Robin fumbled around her bag as they approached her home. Her heart sank when she realized that the jingling sound of her keys in her bag were missing. Sylvain’s sharp vision noticed her tiny movements and carefully asked, “Don’t tell me, you forgot your keys?”
Just as she opened the door, Sylvain grabbed her by the wrist. “Come over to my place. There’s room for you to stay over. It’s not like it’s your first time not going home for the night. You’re old enough. Do you really think that your mom is going to hit you? Are you going to squat in front of the door all night, like when you were a kid?”
Robin’s heart raced uncontrollably. They had only dated for a few short days and hadn’t talked much, yet he remembered everything she had said.
She had only mentioned this to him in passing. She had been out, playing with a friend until late at night. She was too scared to knock on the door when she got home, afraid of a scolding. As it happened, her mother thought that she had tagged along with her father to a relative’s house, so no one noticed her at the door. Hence, she squatted outside the door for the entire night…
By the time she returned to her senses, Sylvain had already turned the car around and driven away. She didn’t even have the time to turn him down. A small corner of her heart was stirring silently.
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