"Is that what you're meditating about? Getting a girlfriend?" Clarence was totally bewildered by this man's thoughts. "Is it really that important for you to meditate for it?"
"I'm not meditating to get a girlfriend. Come on! Why would I do that?" The reporter whined, only to give his boss a developing grin. "But I'm 26 now and never have one. Or how about Beauty, hehe."
"You dare?" Clarence challenged him with a grim face.
"No, Boss. Can't you take a joke? Boss, please, I'm an only child!" He started begging. "Whenever I'm home, my Ma has been asking time and time again when I will ever bring home a girl."
Looking around for them, Beauty managed to step in at Ronald's last sentence. "What? Just bringing home a girl? Then I'll go then."
Both instantly shouted, "NO." "Not you."
"Hey, you two, why not me?! Am I really that bad-looking?" Beauty was sulking now, puffing her cheeks. Clarence pulled her to sit beside him, pushing Ronald to the other edge of the bench.
