Alina asked me to help with the planning — choosing flowers, checking the venue, meeting with the decorator. The problem was that Daniel volunteered to help too.
"Your sister is busy with work," he explained when we were first alone in the car on the way to the florist. "And I want everything to be perfect."
We were silent. The radio played something slow. His hand rested on the gear shift, and I couldn't stop staring at it.
"Mira," he suddenly said, "are you always this quiet?"
"Only when there's nothing to talk about."
He smirked.
"Or when there is something, but you can't?"
I looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road, but the corner of his lips twitched.