"Why didn't you ask my brother?" - she asks with her tender voice, while looking behind to make sure the man isn't listening to us.
His father asked me the same question, but neither of them seems to know that he is an asshole!
'Because I've already done it and it didn't end well .'- I would like to answer her, but this time I just shrug my shoulders, giving her a quick glance before exiting the
gym to make sure she doesn't doubt anything, but I'm sure she knows about the fact that her brother and I hate each other.
In fact, I thank her mentally when she stops asking questions and remains silent,
just following me in silence as we walk through Seattle's lighted streets, but I'm forced to squeeze myself in the sweatshirt when a gust of cold air hits my body.
Summer is ending, but that's exactly what I've been waiting for in the last three months.