Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
He expects me to smile, so I do, but the smile turns out sour.
“That’s what I call stamina,” he rants on, not even noticing my discomfort.
“That’s all very nice. But does he love you, Johnny?” I ask and he shuts up, turning his head to me in surprise.
“Of course not,” he says as if he thought me a lunatic. “This isn’t about love, Ev,” he explains. “Love is rare to find,” he adds broodingly, turning away from me and staring to the front of the bus.