Meraki
(n.) to do something with the soul, creativity, or love.
Willow's POV
I was feeling tired when we got back at the mansion, so I went to my bedroom. Diego's jaw was clenching and unclenching the entire ride. Maybe he regrets taking me to the stupid party and not Angelica.
I decided to go to his office to apologize before changing and hopefully he does not eat my head off. I didn't knock, I just went inside and found him on the phone with whoever.
He looked over at me and I gave a small smile.
“Can we talk?” he nodded and hung up, he walked closer to me but stood at a distance. I closed the door and turned to him.
“What's wrong?” I looked into his eyes. I was shocked, he never asked me something nicely before. Nor did he ever hold concern for me.
“Nothing. I just came to apologize.”
“For?” I didn't know, was I supposed to sat two things or one or just everything? I mean, I'm only sorry for ruining his chances with Chan. That's probably it.