A week had passed since they had a good meal at the Adamson's house. Oliver couldn't keep his thoughts to himself and was always lost. His family was going to pick up Sofia from the train station, even though she insisted on coming home by a taxi. His parents sat in the front seats chattering all the way while he closed his eyes and lost in thoughts as usually.
It continued to feel as if he never left Vukan's sight or premise. The boy was all he had in his head during their lengthy drive back home. The tattoos on Vukan's chest seemed so deep and he could find himself trying to draw several meanings from them. The fluidity with which they had been drawn, coupled with his flawless skin made it completely mesmerizing to think about.
He unfolded the note in his possession once again and began to read through the words. He had read them to the point of committing them to memory, but something felt different this time as he focused on each word etched into the note.
