Juan stared at the message Camila sent to him as he sat even comfortably on the car seat. Maybe he should have been more interested in the scenery around him. Juan had never been to Indonesia, the closest he had been to was Thailand, and that was years ago, when he was nineteen and his grandfather gave him the leverage to tour around the world. Juan could not even think about the beauty of the city. All he could think about was the text that Camila sent him. He told her she was leaving. Juan, for his life, could not figure out why she told him that. He assumed, though, he assumed one million and one thing. She wanted to see him, she wanted him to follow her, that was exactly she blocked right after. She did not want to change her mind. That was definitely reaching, but Juan was a man starv
