Chapter 18

• Chapter 17: STRANDED
• “Why are you dancing with him? I thought you two are not on good terms?” he asked. My hands are resting in his both shoulders while his hands are on my waist. I shrugged because I don’t know too why I let myself dance with him earlier. “I don’t know, he approached me at our table and asked me for a dance,” I said. I don’t even know why I agreed with him. “Wow, I didn’t imagine Tristan being this formal.”
• “Me either, I thought he is only that type of guy who is always wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.” We both laughed.