"Are you sure you want to go there alone?" Grisha asked in worry.
"Yeah," Compass Carburettor nodded, "Continue to practice the basics like I have taught you. I'll be back in three days."
Saying so, he boarded a taxi that arrived at the villa's entrance, glancing at the grass for a moment before the taxi took off.
Upon seeing the taxi leave the street, Grisha sighed, thinking, 'It's surprising that I got attached to him so quickly. It hasn't even been that long since I met him, but it feels like I've been dating him for a couple of years already.'
She then frowned in worry, 'Wait, dating? He didn't confirm anything!'
Feeling a headache, Grisha massaged her forehead, returning to the house as she slumped on the sofa in the living room, switching on the TV to see the news. There was nothing special being telecasted there. The same old, the same usual.
