Mano blinked. “The day after tomorrow.”
“Same. Shouldn’t you be studying?”
“I’m set for theory. I need to practice the pieces.”
Ody tilted his head. “What pieces?”
“Guitar and flute.”
“Will you have time tomorrow?”
Mano hesitated. “Yeah, but…” He glanced toward the window. “If I were home, I’d be working on them now.”
“I can go get them,” Ody offered.
Mano blinked again. “What?”
“I can bring them here.”
He frowned. “Don’t you have studying to do?”
“I’ve got toxicology.” Ody waved it off. “I’m fine.”
Mano rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll make noise. I’ll bother you.”
Ody shook his head. “No, you won’t.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’d love to hear you play.”
Mano’s eyes flicked up to him. Something in his chest softened. “I’ll go with you.” He sat up and tossed the sheet aside.
“Don’t you want to rest?”
“He hit me in the face, not the legs.”
Ody’s shoulders tensed at the reminder, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. He didn’t say anything, just walked beside Mano toward the door. They stepped into the elevator together.
“Can we stop by campus? I wanna take my bike,” Mano asked. “If you don’t want to drive, I’ll take the wheel.”
“You have a car license?” Ody asked, eyebrows lifting.
“Since I was eighteen.”
Ody frowned. “You never told me.”
Mano lifted a shoulder. “You never asked.”
They stepped out of the elevator and out of the building, the cool air hitting them.
Ody studied him for a moment, then tossed him the keys. “Go ahead.”
Mano caught them easily, unlocked the car, and slid into the driver’s seat.
Ody buckled in beside him. “When’s the last time you drove?” he asked.
“Not since then.”
Ody’s eyes widened. “Then… maybe I should—”
“Relax, mikre. You’re safe.” Mano smirked. He turned the ignition and eased the car onto the road with effortless precision.
