(From Leandro's Perspective)
"... You can draw. Your drawings are really cool. Will you teach me? Oh, it's not the right time to ask that. Anyway, then you are very cold, mysterious, at least you behave like you are."
"You mean I'm not cold and mysterious actually?" I asked, amused as she kept talking, moving her hands impatiently in the air while her lips kept moving without stopping.
"Yes. I mean, you might be mysterious a bit, but not exactly cold, at least from the inside. You care even though you try not to show it. And I've seen something behind your eyes that doesn't speak of your coldness," she said.
I darkened my look at her. What was she? She was talking like as much as she knew about me, she knew them fully. It seemed like she understood me, she could see through me.
