An old, good friend

I couldn't still bear to look at his eyes because of such embarrassing wild dream. He asked me millions of times regarding my dream but it was difficult to explain it to him.

How could I ever tell him in a nicest way? I knew it wasn't surprising at all but as a woman, having a wet dream seemed awkward.

And if I would share it to Lisandro, he perhaps thought that I was thinking of him until I had fallen asleep earlier.

"He's staring at me right now! What should I say then?" I thought as he took the coat from the wooden chair.

"If you don't want to tell me what you dreamed about, then let it be. After all, it's none of my business anymore!" Lisandro walked towards the door and slammed the door as soon as he stepped away from his room.

Before he left, he put a pair of uniform on bed. It was my uniform and I knew he could get everything he asked for in a second.