—Luka? What are you doing here? —I ask in surprise.
Smiling at me in a very arrogant way, he is leaning right against the wall in front of my class door, looking his usual carefree and so handsome self. And although as always when I see him, I admire myself for how handsome he is, the strangeness of seeing him there can more with me, and I end up asking him the reason why he was there.
—Come on, let's go, we're going to be late —Luka tells me, approaching me.
—Late for what? —I ask even more confused.
Anne is behind me, and from the corner of my eye, I can see how nervous she has become watching Luka approaching me, not knowing how to intervene to get away from him since it's obvious that she still doesn't agree with me being Luka's friend again.
—The music club —Luka answers me as if
