—Then I'm listening, explain it to me —I ask him, getting very serious.
In front of me, without saying anything for a few seconds, Luka sits back down on the bed, staring me straight in the eyes. I'm not quite sure if he's trying to intimidate me or taking this too seriously, but whatever he's doing, it makes me nervous, because as always Luka's eyes are very clear and cold as ice, something that causes a strange effect on me every time I stare at him.
—Last night, at the party, I wasn't with Anne because I loved him, I was with her because I was taking care of her —Luka begins to explain.
—And why did you need to take care of her? —I asked a bit confused.
—Maybe it sounds a little strange to you because you haven't been to many parties and you don't know much about these things. But s
