Julian could be seen trying to hold his anger as he dropped the call.
He had come to Astrid's room because his mum wanted to speak with her only for her to drop another news.
She already arranged a dinner date for the Eiffel Tower, saying they couldn't be in Paris and not go there.
He just wants to sit at home and deal with his business, he is weary already of the whole shit pulling up these days.
"Yo… you don't have to go.." Astrid whispered, noticing how he was fuming mad.
She thought their kiss meant something to him the previous night, but his reaction was hurting her.
"Get dressed… we will be leaving," Julian let out about to walk out when Astrid pulled him by his shirt.
"Our Kiss last night? What does that mean?" Julian froze at her question.
He hadn't thought for a bit that he had done something wrong; he didn't care that they were supposed to talk about that topic.
