You're not like them

"Skyla?... ...Skyla!"I was startled by Caleb's suddenly raised voice tone, and when I looked back, I saw that he was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and then he turned his head to look in the direction I was just staring at, "Is there anything over there?"

Caleb had done me a huge favour, and I couldn't really think of any other way to repay him than to buy him dinner, so I agreed. The office is actually a civilised food market, the smell of gossip is all dark and powerful in the silence, a look or a cross word, it's all rumours flowing freely regardless of the truth. For the sake of living, I thought I could endure it. In the evening, Caleb offered to drive me to some western restaurant for dinner, and I hesitated, but agreed. On the way, Caleb has been looking for a topic to tease me to chat, I have a hitch to respond to a hitch, Caleb seems to also notice that I am not in a good mood, then also no longer talk. I felt guilty for being so arrogant, but for some reason I ju