EVELYN'S POV
"You want to talk about it?" Marcel finally asked, and I knew I had tested his patience so far.
He had not bothered asking me a single thing!, gentky he took his time and did everything just as he ought to, a frown on his face after the encounter.
We returned home canceling our date, and then I had been cooped up in my room, laid on my back, my eyes peeled at the ceiling ,uncertain of what to do or think while my mind traveled in a vast space, trying to pin the dots, and worked and thinking of why and how on earth I had drawn the attention of Sebastian and how he found me in the middle of the streets.
"Evelyn?" Marcel called out to me again, drawing my attention from the entire situation.
"Yes, not important, like I said." I admitted again, although it was mor
