Esma’s pov
“Can you pass some salt please?” I asked eating my food not looking in his direction. We ate our food in complete silence. Neither he nor I make an eye contact. He was completely avoiding me and after our little accident I was doing the same. He passed me the salt and I quickly grab the bottle from his hand.
I was making sure not make any physical contact with him. A long but comfortable silence stretched between us. Somehow the silence seemed to connect us, in the way the words never could. Or maybe it was my brain which was playing with me.
He opened a file from his bag he brought from the car earlier and started reading it. he looked somewhat disturbed after his return from the borders. I wanted to ask him, only if I had some courage. After what seems to be an awfully lo
