A week had passed,
Christian, reclining in his desk chair and spinning himself around like a kid, was thinking about the past week after he'd made his intentions clear with Eva. It had actually been a relaxing week, with him not doing much work.
But while it was indeed a relaxed week.
'Hmm.'
What should he say it? That something wasn't right? That something felt wrong?
In the end, he didn't know exactly.
But why was he expressing himself so vaguely in the first place?
It was, in fact, because of Eva.
Christian didn't think that, miraculously, after what had happened, they would become very close, with nothing hidden between them at all.
But what he had in mind was still a bit different.
'Before we talk about her, I'll talk about myself,' was the first idea that came to his mind right after their date at the riverside. But when it came to putting it into action? No, this time it wasn't about failure or anything like that.
But that he had nothing at all to say about himself.
