I switched off my phone. The atmosphere turned slightly awkward. Trying to break the silence, I said, "Yann, thank you."
He turned towards me, propping one arm on the armrest of my chair, his brow slightly furrowed. "Thank me for what?"
"For... for helping me out just now..."
Yann suddenly withdrew his hand and mumbled, "Someone was bullying my girlfriend. Shouldn't I protect her? Why are you thanking me?"
Girl... Girlfriend? I turned to look at him, a sense of absurdity washing over me.
We had been inseparable lately. During the day, he would take me out to eat and have fun whenever he was free. At night, sometimes he would come back to my apartment, and sometimes we would go to his place. He was a man of vigor, and our nights were almost always filled with passion.
But what Leo
