"So... where are we going?" I asked for the second time. "Are we going on a date? Is that the reason for your mysterious attitude?"
I turned to look at Vladimir with a rather fake smile. He said he prefers the unbearable Rebecca, right?
Well, let him be ready. If that's how we break the ice, let's use this childish tactic.
He stops looking at the document inside the folder he holds in his hands. Curiosity is killing me. I want to know what's inside, whether it's about me or I don't know... everything that's happening.
"I'm not being mysterious." He closes the folder, and the way he looks at me makes my pulse race. "I just asked you for a moment to finish reading this."
"True." I looked at him again for just a few seconds, then turned my gaze to the window on my side.
I conceded, beca
