I SIGHED at the last thing he said. I adjusted my seat to fight the tension I was feeling.

"So– what is your answer?" He tilted his head to look me in the eye.

"Mr. Galvez–" I cut him off, not wanting to be rude if I said I didn't like him. I don't want to rely on nothing because I know the feeling of hope so as much as possible and I want to be honest with him.

"Mr. Galvez, I don't want to take advantage of your kindness, but maybe it's better if we just be friends first?" I deeply sighed and sheered to avoid the conversation.

He...