Rebeca Vilson'S P.O.V

"What are you doing in this place," he asked.

"Just taking a walk," I answered and his eyebrows came together as if examining my whole being.

'This place is too dangerous, where are you going? I will take you."

I'm actually going home," I answered. He immediately got down to open the car for me.

After a while, we started moving forward.

"How are you? I heard you stopped studying?" He broke the ...