The drive to the school was in complete silence. Karlo didn’t even dare to look at me, and I did the same. It is too awkward just remembering the conversation we had last night. I wanted to ask if he is even okay to drive me to the university since I am thinking that he might have a hangover.

I sighed and shut my eyes. But why am I even sad that we are not talking? I would be happy for him not to bug me. I am sure we will talk once we train later.

“Thank you,” I said and went outside ...