Ever since we came back yesterday from the party, Ajax hasn't spoken a word. Unlike usual, he was much more quiet, which was strange considering how he was always quiet to begin with. Everytime I turned to look at him, he looks away and pretends that I'm not there. And when he does look at me, it felt like I had the eyes of a predator at the back of my head.

A full whole day passed and night came. We both sat down and ate the food that Ajax cooked silently. The tension was almost palpable as the only noise that could be heard was our chewing.