Chiara
“You’ve been acting weird, is something wrong?” Domenico asked, finally lifting his head off his laptop.
A light frown settled on my face. Wait! He noticed? I thought he was busy. His eyes never left his laptop.
“I’m… I’m fine.” I forced a smile.
He nodded. “We arrived two minutes ago, by the way,” he added.
Wait, what? I turned to the window, and he was right—we had arrived, but I didn’t even notice it. I was lost in deep thought.
I bit my lower lip. “You’re not okay with coming here, are you?” he mumbled.
I didn’t reply.
“Well, this is the part where we play the perfect couple, and you’d have to smile a bit more,” he muttered.
I was about to respond when the car door was opened by Abel. He pulled the wheelchair closer, then helped Domenico sit on it.
If I hadn’t seen Dom
