Luis shrugged, which was a bit more difficult to do now that Nishka’s full body weight was in his arms.

[color=0076a3]“Nice guys, nice girls, it’s your business. I’m just sayin’ that you might find it easier to connect to someone if it didn’t seem like you were gonna roast them alive for every little thing they do,”[/color] he said nonchalantly. 

He hated to admit it, but Nishka wasn’t entirely wrong when she teased him about proximity to girls. He wasn’t gonna spaz out if a girl entered his personal bubble or anything, but being [i]this[/i] close to a girl for such an extended period of time? Who could blame him if this sort of stuff affected him? So he kept his eyes straight forward, his gaze never once wavering down to Nishka, whose side was slightly pressing against chest, and her hair brushing against his arm, and her arms around his neck, and- COME ON MAN, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

He just needed to think of it as a game of chicken. Whoever got flustered first, loses. And Luis had always been pretty good at endurance games. Just focus on the road ahead and don’t show any signs of weakness.

They arrived at his apartment building soon enough. One of his neighbours on the lower floors was waiting for him, with the piano in question still in its crate beside him. Luis spoke a few grateful words to him before the neighbour went back inside.

[color=0076a3]“Should be a simple job. Castillo’s apartment is on the fifth floor. Stairs are on the far side of the building so let’s get this done quickly. I need to eat soon and Pablo’s waiting at Guerrero Street.”[/color]

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