“Those?” He turned around and looked at the bag. “Oh, they’re not yours.”He turned back to me and then cleared his throat. “I didn’t get a gift for you only.” He carried one bag and then gave it to me.
I dropped the IPad Pro on the sofa gently before taking out the box inside the bag and opening it slowly. Laying inside the bag was a white sneaker with a light blue shoelace. I looked at him puzzlingly because this couldn’t be for me, I mean, my legs aren’t this small.
“I’m pretty sure you didn’t get this for me, Antonio. Because you know damn well I don’t play any sport, and my legs aren’t this small.” I chuckled softly.
“No, no they are not for you.” A burst of low laughter tumbled in his chest.
“So who are they for then?”
He cleared his throat again and scratched the back of hi
