"Do you live here too?" I asked curiously while looking in the other direction.
"No," He coldly answers without glancing at me.
"Eh? And what brings you here then? Do some relatives of you lives here?" I uttered and made myself busy looking at what was inside the paper bags I'm holding right now.
"I'm just going to visit someone, so I'm here." He simply answers.
Why does it sound like he was too cold to me like nothing happened to us in the hospital? Or did he just forget about what we shared and almost lose control because of what happened?
"Ah, okay," I spoke briefly and chose to remain silent, instead of mumbling another word in front of him.
I know he doesn't like to be talked to, so I just let him be whatever. If he doesn't like to have a conversation with me, then I don't care because I felt the same thing too!
"Do you live here?" He suddenly asked back to me.
"Ah, yes."
