Leaning on his motor, I hadn't even gotten close enough when Rustov looked up. I quickened my pace. I was a little sleepy before but now my strength is back.
"I'm sorry. It took a while," I said. Even though he was barely sitting up, our eyesight was still not level.
"You did a lot?" he asked calmly.
"Yup. It was tiring."
He put the hair behind my ear. His finger brushed on my cheek a bit. I don't know if it was intentional or not but the crash in my heart got stronger. It felt like a sweet torture.
"Do you want to go home or eat first? We can eat there," he said at JM's Grill.
"Actually, my classmate's mother prepared a snack. But I was focused on my work, I didn't pay much attention on eating. I also don't like the juice that was prepared. Orange."
He chuckled. He grabbed the laptop and book I was carrying before pulling me into the grill.
