The whole trip going to your apartment is too awkward to the both of you. You are seating beside the driver’s seat while he drives. You keep looking at him at the corner of your eye and so he is.

“aheem” he clear his throat but even he can’t think about a good topic to talk about.

You are blushing while remembering what he did at the bridge and to stop yourself to giggle.

“so…..who you..feeling now?” he asked.

“me? I—I’m good” you said stuttering.

“the thing I said to you….”

“wh—at about it?”

“I really mean it” he exhale but his eyes are still on the road but you look at him.

“so what do you want me to say then?” you asked

“it’s up to you” he look at you finally but return his eyes on the road.

“let me think about it” you slouch on the chair.

“okay, I’ll give you time” he smile.

You just arrived to your apartment and since it’s too foggy in the street you asked him to stay for a while inside.

“do you want something to Drink?” you asked him as you get inside the unit.

“anything” but you heard him groan and holding his cast hand.

“are you okay?” you asked and take a seat beside him.

“nothing, my injury is just aching” he said and give you a force smile.

“maybe in this cold weather” you said and get up.

“stay here I will just get warm compress” you said to him.

After a while you come back with a wet towel soak in warm water and a hot coffee in the other hand.

“let me help you” he said but you turn away your hands to say that he