The post said: [Gideon knows I'm afraid of thunder, so he kindly sent me home.]
The photo showed Gideon's profile, with his fingers resting on the steering wheel and my black hairband on his wrist.
I liked it.
Gideon probably wouldn't come.
The taxi app indicated that there were more than a hundred people in the queue, and there were no buses due to delays.
I walked to the airport alone in a miserable state.
Gideon and I studied for our postgraduate degree at the same university and lived together during our first year.
When I got home early in the morning, Gideon woke up and remembered that I hadn't come back.
As I opened the door, my cell phone rang.
He pushed the door open and hung up the phone. We looked at each other.
"Hi."
I nodded, not really in the mood to chat.
I opened the TV cabinet and looked for cold medicine in the medical box.
Then, I made a cup of cold medicine, but I still felt dizzy.
I sat on the sofa to relax for a while, then got up and quickly made breakfast.
He just came out of the bathroom while I was eating.
Seeing that there was only my breakfast on the table, he stood there for a moment. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn't look up.