—Is this your new house or something? Why did you want to meet me here? —Luka asks me.
Smiling somewhat nervously, I answer: —Hi Luka...
As always when I see him, Luka somehow manages to dazzle me, only dressed in sports clothes, which seemed to be his leisure clothes at home, Luka had appeared before me with a smile on his face. Despite that carefree look, Luka always looked incredibly beautiful.
—I don't want to be rude Claire, but I don't have that much time right now —he reminded me.
—Does that mean you're not happy to see me? —I ask her with some sadness, opening the door of the warehouse all the way to get in. Now that Luka is with me, I'm not so afraid to be here anymore.
—No... Of course, it's not that, I'm happy to see you. But... at my place, things are a bit complicated at
