When Henri parks the car in front of Eloá's house, she remains seated for a few seconds, her hands resting in her lap, completely still.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, casting her a concerned glance.

“No, it's not,” she answers bluntly.

“You don't need to be nervous,” he tries to reassure her. “Your parents are calmer now. They'll understand you.”

“That's not what's bothering me right now,” she admits, her voice lower.

“Then… what is it?”

She turns to look at him and studies him in silence for