Shifting my attention from Thomas’s intense glare to my phone call, I remembered the never-fading grin of the gallery boy.“Um, yeah. A few days have passed since we met.” I finally spoke, knowing it was about two weeks already.“I want to see you. Where are you?” He asked, and I raised an eyebrow looking at the surrounding trees.“You can’t,” I responded.“Of course I can. Tell me the address,” he pushed, being his usual self.“No, I mean, I am in a forest. Camping with friends.”“And you didn’t invite me? That’s too bad. I am great at those things.” His cheery voice came through my phone.“Well, it wasn’t me who sent the invitations,” I excused myself, knowing Tina did that.“Yeah, we can do that another time. Maybe only two of us. Anyway, when are you coming back?” He said cockily, and I rolled my eyes.“Sometime tomorrow.” I calculated, strolling on the dirt road.“Okay, can I trust you to call me then, or I should do it again?”“Of course you can’t trust me. I don’t know you and y
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