Chapter 82

Crystina's POV

After we left the school, we went ahead to a restaurant for lunch. I planned on asking him about what changed or am I supposed to just accept this new change and move on with it like it's nothing? I'm curious about what could be going on in Luka's head and every time I try to make sense of it, I hit a dead end.

"Are you okay? You've been staring at the meal for minutes without touching it?"

My head whipped up to look at him and the meal. I realized I'd been holding the fork and knife for a long time without touching the meal.

"Yeah, I'm good," I faked a smile.

"Do you want me to order another meal for you? Do you want to eat something else? Do you feel nauseous?" He asked all at once.

I grinned. "The meal is okay. I was just preoccupied with some thoughts,"

He held my gaze and slid his hand over mine. "What were you thinking about?"

"The size of these tables," I lied.

The answer I gave him was stupid. I knew it was