“Are we going to ignore each other because I have the whole day free. Actually, I have the whole week—“
“Can’t you just leave me alone for a while?” He tells me, without a drop of hate or ignorance on the subject of ‘what should we do now.’
"I can't. Can I?" I telltale my inner battle.
“You drive me crazy, Ange,” he says sardonically, but without affection. He’s cold and distant and takes small sips from his coffee, all his attention to the newspaper, which is in English by the way.
"Good stuff. Same." I take a sip from my frozen ice-laden tea as it gets pushed towards me by the barista aka bartender. The bartender leaves as soon as he puts the iced tea on the table.
“How can you be just so normal?” He’s interested to know, his eyes getting darker by the second like the storm clouds a
