Camila and I went straight to my apartment as she told me that she wanted to rest here for a couple of hours. I did not stop her and let her do what she needed. I am also planning to drive her to her home because she looked so tired since she helped me with my things. I brought more stuff with me than her. I watched her lie down on my bed while still wearing the same clothes from our trip. I deeply sighed as I tried to wake her up because she needed to wash first before rest.
"Mila, you need to take a shower first, please," I said to her, but it was almost a whisper since I was close enough to her, and I didn't need to yell anymore for her to hear me. Of course, the stubborn Camila rose once again because she did not respond to what I demanded her to do, "Come on, you need to wake up for
