AILA
“What happened? Why are you injured?” Romoss seriously asked as he looked at my wound on my elbows and knees.
“Well, it’s part of the competition. I just stumbled over.”
“Just stumbled’? Look at your wounds!” he is getting irritated now and helped me to get off of Sandro’s car.
“Let me see it.”
As soon as I stepped foot on the ground, Romoss had a wider view of Sandro who is sitting on the driver’s seat.
“Thanks for helping Feliz, bro. I’ll get her home now,” he politely thanked him. He was about to close the door but I immediately stopped him and opened it lightly.
I looked at Sandro who's attention is focused in front of him.
“T-thank you,” I shyly said. I waited for his response but not even a simple gesture came. I took that as a sign to dismiss myself and forcibly
