The drive was painfully quiet. I quietly watched the passing scenery outside the window while countless thoughts tangled inside my head.
Why did he suddenly insist on driving me? He could’ve simply let Sir Rafael do it.
I secretly glanced at him. His eyes remained fixed on the road. His face was unreadable as always.
“…”
Why was I even thinking about it? He can do what he wants, and I shouldn’t be questioning his actions.
Sigh. I was simply overthinking again.
“Are you nervous?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere.
I looked at him. Then smiled.
“No. I’m actually excited.”
He gave a small nod.
After that… Silence returned once again. Neither of us spoke for the rest of the ride after that.
…
“We’re here.”
He was about to drive through the university gates when I hurriedly spoke.
