32.

The events of last night made Skala start to open up with Dastan. Like today, she accepted the man's invitation to take a walk after school, in one of the malls that are in the direction of the road to Skala's house.

"Hold on, Sav, later if you fall, Aunt Ratu will kill me," Dastan chuckled glancing at Skala from the rearview mirror. The girl's hands hang on the right and left sides of her body.

"This is the handle," said Skala then grabbed the back of Dastan's backpack.

"Well, it's not fun, even though I want mode," Dastan complained half jokingly.

Scale smiled shyly. "What the hell, Das?" the girl's chatter hit Dastan's back shoulder.

Travel feels so good when we are with the right people. Even if it's just sitting alone on a motorbike, enjoying the orange tinge that is getting hidden in the sky.