Kiara dallied around the living room until Gabe came. He brought her a small, plastic container of strawberries and that same old boring look on his face.

It was his usual look, but since she saw that he could smile last night, she wish he’d do it more often. “You slept well last night, right? You didn’t move an inch when I was leaving...you were probably deep in sleep. Me on the other hand...” he glared at her. “I couldn’t sleep a wink for the first time in my life!”

“Why? Because of me?”

“No, because of me.” The words were obviously sarcastic, it was indeed because of her. “I was a little worried about you, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want Zique to actually throw me out either, so I left willingly.”

“I understand...” she reached for a strawberry from the container they were neatly packed in, bringing it to her lips. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine.”

“If you looked fine, then I’d have nothing to worry about...but you don’t look fine Kiara. If you want to go out,