"Luca!" Veronica called out.
He stopped and turned. "Yeah," he said simply, as if he already knew this conversation was coming.
Veronica crossed her arms, lifting her chin slightly as she met his gaze fully. "You cannot still be mad at me."
"I'm processing stuff," Luca said.
Veronica frowned slightly. "What stuff?" she asked, searching his face. "Us?"
"I am having problems trusting you, Vee," he said. "And I cannot be around you."
Veronica just stood there, staring at him, as if she had misheard him completely. "I thought…" she began slowly. "I thought we talked this through."
Luca's jaw tightened slightly. "You talked it through," he corrected.
"What does that even mean?" she asked. "You—"
"I listened," he interrupted. "That doesn't mean I agreed. Or that I trusted your explanation."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Veronica asked suddenly.
Luca's eyes flicked to hers. "Do you want me to?" he asked.
