I didn't understand why but turning next to Luka, I could only remain silent, watching as there was a woman in that room. She wasn't an older person, she looked like a woman a couple of years older than Luka and me, maybe a girl in her first years of college. What caught my attention about her was her stunning appearance, with manicured nails and hair tied in a bun but dyed a nice color. She was wearing her pajamas, but she really looked amazing...
Shrugging, Luka said: —Nothing, I'm just going to take my friend home, then I'll be back.
Mentioning me as her "friend", the woman with us averts her gaze in my direction, and stares at me for a few seconds: —And who are you?
Maybe I should be offended at her for being rude to me, but trembling slightly, I can't help but simply answer her que
