The boy came out of the bar shortly after, dressed in his winter jacket and with a scarf wrapped around his neck. He looked uneasy, and a bit tired.
"Let's go," I just said curtly.
We walked all the way in silence. Normally the boy would be chatting nonstop, but this time, he only kept glancing at me nervously without saying a word. He was probably waiting for me to start the conversation.
Finally, we got back to our apartment.
"Coffee?" The boy asked as soon as we entered.
"Sure." I took a seat by the table and lit a cigarette, waiting for him.
A moment later, he put a cup of freshly brewed, strong black coffee, made exactly how I like, in front of me, and took a seat on the other side of the table. He was biting his lip and glancing at me nervously, tugging on his clothes. Was he so anxious just because he was worried about how I would react, or did he actually have something to hide?