Blushing heavily, I felt his hand carefully on mine on that table.
—You're studying too much —Luka says to me, sitting next to me and staring at me.
Sighing softly, looking up from my score, I reply: —And that's a bad thing?
Sitting outside the auditorium in Seattle where the contest was to be held, Luka and I were waiting our turn before going on stage to perform our song. The other guys from the club were backstage in the auditorium, but Luka usually doesn't enjoy being with other people, sometimes I even think he doesn't enjoy being with me. So looking for our comfort, we both decided to go outside, and we sat on some stairs outside the venue, while Luka smoked and I read the sheet music for our song.
—You're just getting more and more nervous by obsessively reading our song, relax
