Karina got to Dante’s room and met him sitting pretty by his desk with glasses on.

He’s busy reading some medical journals, his eyes unblinking, even till she got to him.

She dropped a plate of cake in front of him, and he looked up slowly.

“I hate cakes,” he said.

“But you cry like a baby always. Babies love Cake, you should do too” she replied.

“Get out…I’m not ready for you today” he said seriously, and she chuckled, sitting beside him.

“Get out, Karina” he bluntly said.

“Seriously? We’re never gonna become friends?” She said, hiding the hurt in her voice.

“I said leave me alone!” He snapped,...