“And how exactly am I supposed to get around tomorrow? My bike’s at school,” Mano added at the next red light. “I have class at eleven thirty. And I’m not taking the bus.”
Ody glanced at him. “What time did you say?”
“Eleven thirty.”
“I’ll take you.”
Mano stared at him. “You’re insane. Why would you do that?”
“Because you don’t have your bike. And you said you won’t take public transportation. Unless someone else can take you.”
Silence.
Ody took that as his answer, eyes on the road. “I have class at twelve thirty. I’ll grab a coffee after I drop you off.”
Mano let out a short breath. “So now I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me anything. I didn’t ask for anything when I fixed your chain. I’m not asking now.”
Mano looked away. “How much did it cost?”
“It was just a clasp.”
“How much?”
“Why?”
“So I can pay you back.”
Ody laughed under his breath. “No need.”
“I don’t owe people. Especially people like you.”
“And what’s wrong with people like me?” Ody asked as they stopped at another red light.
“They get on my nerves.”
“Xanax and Lexotanil. Or valerian, if you prefer something natural.”
“Don’t act like you’re my pharmacist,” Mano shot back.
Ody blinked. “You remember what I study?”
“I have ears. Unfortunately.”
“I thought you weren’t paying attention that day. You were glued to your phone.”
Mano shrugged. “It was more interesting than you.”
Ody let out a short breath through his nose. “You didn’t have to come.”
Mano’s gaze drifted back to the window. “I didn’t want to. Katerina wouldn’t stop pushing.”
“And you broke up right after.”
Mano’s head turned toward him. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about things you don’t know.”
“Actually, I do.” Ody kept his eyes on the road. “But fine.”
