After staring into thin air for a while, my feet dragged me in the small living room of my aunt's apartment. There, I saw Conrad sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. My aunt is also sitting on a couch across him.
The sleeves of his white polo are still folded up to his elbows, but his hands are not wet anymore yet I suspect that they're still cold. He gives me a small smile and it's also meaningful, when his gaze spots me standing beside the rack just a few steps away from them.
I look away and decided to approach my aunt to sit beside her.
My aunt and Conrad started conversing with my head still floating. I have no intentions of saying anything, or even listening to every word that the both of them says. I can't focus on anything as of now, and I'm certain that it will drive ins
