His voice was low, with a hint of laziness leftover from finishing work.
"Judging by how you're dressed, heading out somewhere?"
Vivian paused slightly, glanced down at her outfit.
A simple white T-shirt with jeans, and canvas sneakers—she really didn't look like she was about to head home.
She looked up to meet his gaze, her tone calm.
"Still early, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some groceries."
She's never liked takeout.
Always felt those oily, salty dishes upset her stomach if eaten too much—and it lacked the taste of daily life.
Today she'd gotten off early for once and had free time, so she wanted to cook herself a simple dinner, a reward for her tense nerves these past few days.
"What a coincidence, I need to pick up a few things too. Want to go together?"
Tristan said this and, without waiting for her reply, pushed open the car door and hopped out smoothly.
Black dress pants wrapped around his long legs as he stepped to her side.
