With the earlier scenario still fresh in mind, I found it hard to focus on the murals that look like huge comic books. My eyes kept feeding me vibrant colors and intricate details, but I chose to listen to my thoughts instead.
Whenever I see people getting romantic in public, it has always made me feel like I shouldn’t be looking, out of respect—or maybe because I just get embarrassed easily myself. The supposedly private conversation between the two women was no different. And being able to witness that had made me feel as if I’ve accidentally stepped inside someone’s personal quarters, and it was too late to pretend I hadn’t seen anything.
Yana was surprisingly quiet too so I asked her if she was tired. She told me she’s fine, and when I was about to ask her, “Are you sure?” she just gave me a smile.
