WREN'S POV
BRENT insisted to ride with me on a bus when we arrived at the terminal after we had had our lunch. However, I declined. He had done too much.
"Are you really sure you're okay going home alone?" he asked while his eyes were still looking straight to mine.
"Yes, and don't worry. If you still miss me, just imagine I'm with you. We're together, okay?"
I was startled at my words, and he was smiling shyly with his hand on his nape.
"Yeah, sure. I'll do that," he told me, huskily. "You can ride now. The bus might go any moment from now."
We bid farewell to each other before I got in the bus. Brent left to school as soon as he saw me comfortable in my seat. He was really caring and gentleman. Should I agree of us being friends? I couldn't sense that he was like the people I knew
