Thirteen.

They both sat down in a very awkward silence without a single sound coming from any of them, both lost in their own part of the world. She was nervous and he was edgy, curios, and angry at the same time. 

He asked her if she was serious but she was so frustrated to answer him. Why doesn't he see? Can't he see that she's head over heels for him and only him? But he's still asking her, what will he even do if I have someone in my mind? She thought, frustrated.

Was he acting strange? Or is it that he just doesn't know how to show much affection? Is he intimating her at all or is it that she just doesn't see his love for her or she doesn't like him at all? He couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities as to why she doesn't like him. 

Why is he looking at me like I've committed a very big crime? She asked herself internally, fidgeting on the comfortable coffee chair. She can't sit down like that, if he'll talk he should talk or she'll break the sile