The streets were quieter now, the cool air brushing against my skin as my thoughts were heavier than they should’ve been.
I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t.
But his father indifference… it stung more than I expected.
I exhaled sharply, pushing the thought away. I know he doesn’t like me. Even in our first encounter, I knew it. So I should get used to it. But why does it hurt so much?
“Amari?”
I blinked at the familiar voice, turning my head.
Diego stood by a small café watching me with an easy but curious expression. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his dark hair was slightly tousled.
“What a coincidence.” He smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “You lost or just looking for trouble?”
I huffed. “Maybe both.”
He raised a brow. “Good thing you ran into me then.
