Ayana moved restlessly, staring at the closed bathroom door. She didn't lie in bed like Luca said. She sat back on the sofa and waited. She tapped her fingers on the table and her feet swayed restlessly. She didn't like how their conversation had ended. She wasn't the type of person to procrastinate on things like this. This was made even worse if they shared the same room, they would have to face each other eventually. It was just how long were they going to let this awkwardness hang in the air.
Ayana sighed slightly annoyed. Why did Luca suddenly bring up this matter? We would not face this kind of childish spat if he didn't ask about her feelings. Wait, why are we only talking about how I feel? How about his feelings?
