LUCIANA
Dario has been staring at me all this while since Thiago left. He hasn’t said a word. Although I am also guilty for staring back and admiring him while at it, there is something strange about his glances today. I know that I seem to have activated my overthinking mode today, but this one does not even need an overthinker.
If I don’t spark up a conversation, this might end up being a staring contest and I’m not sure who will emerge the winner.
“How did you know where to find me?” I ask him.
“What do you mean?” He asks, knowing exactly what I mean.
“Oh, come on, don’t act like this was a coincidence. I just chose a random hotel and you appear out of nowhere? You are really a stalker,” I call him out.
“Stalking isn’t the word I would use, sweetheart.”
I raise a brow slightly wa
