Vladimir is awfully quiet on our way home, he is not even holding my hand or his hand never rests on my lap like what he always does, which made me a bit nervous.
Vladimir acting differently means something... and it is never a good one.
Is he mad at me because I spoke with Javier?
I took a peek at him, but his eyes are glued on the road, he looks so serious and seems to be so engrossed in his own world as if he has forgotten about my existence!
I cleared my throat in an exaggerated way just to get his attention but still, he didn’t even spare me a glance.
I sighed. I waited for a bit more time and just tried to calm my nerves but then I really feel so bothered!
“Is..everything okay?” I broke the awkward silence, and to my joy, his eyes finally turned to me then went back to the roa
