The tension in the car was cold. Like literally no one said a word.
Only the radio played a new Taylor Swift song. I looked outside of the window and saw the houses and streets floating away.
No talked.
Until Matteo said, "Thank you very much for picking me up, Mrs. Gray. Is my mom unable to come?"
"No, we just met in the grocery store and she was really stressed out. I think, you should help her a little bit", my mom answered and turned her head a little bit.
"I help as much as I can. But until dad won't come back from China, we won't be relaxing", Matteo said with a sad look in his eyes.
"Is it true that your Frozen Joghurt Shop is closing over the summer?", I asked and faked interest.
But he noticed and answered cold, "First, it's not "my" Frozen Joghurt Shop, I just work there. And second, it is. But I still get paid, so I will work in September after the renovation."
I nodded and watched him turn to the window.
His black black hair fell into his face with a perfect messy slide and his blue eyes looked down to the floor.
He wore a grey T-shirt and blue jeans. I couldn't stop staring at him and I didn't know why.
He was such a magnet for me. But and fucking asshole magnet.
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