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He stopped and looked at me seriously. A few minutes later he didn’t answer me until his cell phone rang and he answered it. "Excuse me — I need to take this call." I didn’t nod and just let him get out of the car. I watched him talk to who and looked very serious as well.

When he finished, he went back inside and I was silent. I shouldn’t have asked that because I knew it wasn’t in agreement to ask personal things about his life. I should shut my mouth and sit back. I'll just let maybe curiosity eat me up.

“About your question—”

“No. I mean — you don't have to answer that because it's unnecessary and it's not important at all. I'm sorry if I asked. ” I bowed slightly to him. He heaved a sigh and looked at me. I blinked because of the closeness of his face to mine. "Why?" I stuttered.

“I will answer your question but not now. The important thing is, it's still me no matter what or how you met me. ” I nodded and smiled. He is right. Because for me it doesn't matter who he is because he