It was the most awkward thing that ever happened to her. She cringed inside the entire way to La Lune. She didn't expect to see John right the very moment she was going to call the cab. The shooting must've wrapped up early that day. She was sweating a little bit, she had to sit face to face with Lucas for at least two hours and had to persuade him to let her leave the place without him driving her back home. She should've thought that through before she agreed on this ... dinner invitation. 

"Help me Andrea ... I'm in so much trouble," she pleaded. She told her everything that went on while she was away, and now she didn't know what to do. "Yeah ... I saw how you looked at him that day at the shooting scene ... I thought there was something go

He was still there in the morning, fast asleep on her couch. She watched him as the sunlight touched his face, still couldn't believe that he didn't flee as soon as she told her story. Something inside her thought it would've been easier for her if he just stood up and left because the load was too heavy to carry. 

John had asked her to tell him his name, he wanted to know what he looked like, where he lived. But she wouldn't tell him, she didn't want her problem to bother his work. It wasn't fair for him. Little did she know, it was weighing on his mind either way. 

She was ready in the morning. The plan was to take a stroll on John's motorbike for a cross country, or cross-island, enjoy the scenery and try new things along the way. She saw him getting ready from the kitchen window. She missed him already, maybe because of how he left things the night before. Looking at him with his pillow face and messy hair was a delight. He smiled at her and waved, her heart sank, the effect he had on her was bewitching.