Chapter 8 The Rowing Class

"I can't swim..." Elena confessed and turned down her eyes to her lap. She bit her lower lip.

Angelo squeezed his eyes. He seemed not believe his ears with what the girl just said. 'She looks tough but can't swim?' Angelo was laughing inside as he skimmed of her for a moment.

"Okay." He beamed after clearing his throat.

There was a shadow of pause in a short moment.

"I heard this guy loves to do some outdoor activities. So, are you going to follow one of his outdoor activities?"

Elena sighed. "He's going to go rowing this weekend."

Angelo jiggled his head. "Tell me what you have learned about this guy, Fred Tiger--" He took a short look at Elena who seemed to be uneasy. "Hey, relax. We are going to be a team. We should support each other." Angelo tapped his fingers on the steer, his other hand reached for the car audio and he switched the music into some blues as Elena assumed. "You like it?"

Elena shrugged. "I am not into music so much, but some jazz I probably listen before