I noticed that he was smiling when he took his eyes off the brave taxi. It was far from a playful smile. It was more of a threat.
"Send the taxi." If Tolga hadn't taken his hands out of his pockets and walked towards the taxi, I would have continued to think that I was the interlocutor of his words.
"I can drop you off where you're going." This time, I knew that I was the addressee because his eyes were drawn from the suitcase and turned to me.
"No need," I said, hoping my voice would be accommodating. I didn't want him to think that I was standing up.
Ignoring me, he easily picked up my suitcase on the stairs and walked towards the pickup truck. Tolga sent the taxi and took his old place. After placing my suitcase in the back seat, he closed the door and came towards us again.
"How are you Ezgi?" he asked with an air of friendliness.
