He was so right. Only now did I realize that my heart must've gone blind a long time ago.
On the way to the florist, the air in the car felt suffocating. So, I put on my headphones and turned my head toward the window.
Willard tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. "Actually, the houses down in the south of the city aren't bad either. Convenient location, good neighborhood."
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that I was ignoring him, he cleared his throat and raised his voice. "I heard they're new buildings with a better environment. A lot of young people like to rent there. How about we go take a look?"
I responded with a snort while my eyes were still closed.
Willard's brows furrowed, his voice filled with frustration. "Cynthia, I'm talking to you!"
I slowly opened my eyes. "I'm listening. What then?"
He instantly looked like a deflated balloon. "Uh, nothing, I was just saying."
At that moment, the wind that blew in through the car window cleared my head a bit.
"Willard, about the house. Do you have something to tell me?"
I stared at his profile, giving him one last chance. Unfortunately, he avoided my gaze and replied flatly, "No, isn't it all up to you?"