(From Leandro's Perspective)
"I don't understand. Are you angry or impressed?" she asked.
"Why would I be angry? Anyway, forget about going to the pub, we are going somewhere else," I said.
"What? Where? Why? But you promised me that I can go to the pub with you. I even made a deal with you. You can't refuse now. It's not fair. It's against the rule, Leandro. You're breaking the rule. If you don't take me to the pub, I won't tell you about my before life either. Come on, you have to take me with you. What're you planning then? Tell me. Why are you not saying something? I haven't told you anything wrong, right? Talk to me. I hate it when you keep all quiet. I mean, I don't hate it fully. Anyway..."
"You aren't letting me talk, Ella," I said calmly.
"Oh, right," she mumbled.
