Kenna

Thinking back of the way he reacted and how he left without saying goodbye or bothered as I was the one who was supposed to drop him off—it’s starting to tense me, more and more.

″Kenna,″ I turn around to see Lucas walking towards me with a smile plastered on his face; both of his green eyes are piercing deeply into mine without showing any signs of looking away in the nearest future. ″How you’ve been?″

My lips curve up into a smile, ″Fine. How about you? Still getting high demands?″ I ask, receiving a light chuckle from him as he shoves his hand into his coat’s pocket.

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