What is in the air?
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Stopping right in front of the hospital, Vincent turned to look at Elliana who was unbuckling her seatbelt. “Should I pick you up at 9?” he asked, causing her to look at him before shaking her head. “Nope. I’m good with the breakfast and packed lunch you made me. You have a dinner meeting at 7, right?” she smiled.
Shrugging, Vincent leaned over to her to reach the door. With their faces close to each other, Elliana stared back at his clear, grey, eyes. “Dinner isn’t tiring. I can at least help in bringing you here and getting you home since we’re friends.” For some reason, Elliana’s heart sank after that.
“It’s okay, Vince. You cooked for me already, you should pay attention to yourself more.” She said. Why do I sound disappointed? She bitterly asked herself
