After what he said. We were again silent. That was awkward. Why would he like my nickname? Nothing is special about it.
The surrounding is already turning dark when we arrived at our house.
"We're here. That's my house." I pointed at our house in front. I opened our gate and looked at him back when he just stood in front.
"You can go," I said.
He nodded. "Go in first."
"No. You go first."
He looked at me wearily like he has something to say at the tip of his tongue. The dim street light above us is reflected in his dark eyes.
"Good night then," he said huskily.
"It's still early."
"You need to sleep early. Take care of yourself so you won't frequently get sick."
I smirked at him. "Like you knew what you were saying."
"Tell me then," he challenged me.
As we look each other in
