Maya Stuart:
I watch Lyan's car stop in front of the building and quickly walk to it, get in and settle in the passenger seat next to Lyan.
He looks at me but doesn't say anything.
— Are you still mad with me? — I ask.
— No. — he says without paying much attention to me.
We start moving through the streets, I look at him, who has his attention on the path we're taking.
— Yes, can you tell me why? — I ask.
— Is it possible that you never noticed? — he asks now looking at me.
— Realized what? — I talk.
— Then I say that you are slow and still complain. — he says.
— Tell me, what did I not understand? — I ask.
— Nothing, if you didn't notice, I won't tell. — it says.
— Lyan... — I say, putting my hand on his thigh, he looks down, and then I see his hands tighten the steering wheel
