When Dylan heard her saying that he wasn't her type, he couldn't help sighing in exasperation. "I know I'm not your type. You don't have to repeat it so often." He took a pause, seeing her paying no heed to his words and said, "Jokes apart, why were you staring at me with such an unusual expression?"
The corner of her eyes crinkled slightly as she answered, "Your mother was nagging at you and you seemed to be enjoying it. I just found it really weird. It seems like you really do love her."
Dylan chuckled on his own before nodding his head, "Yes, I do love her. But why I looked so amused wasn't because she was nagging at me. Actually, she was worried about me. She hates it when I skip the lunch and since I always take her simple words nonchalantly, she often uses her motherly nagging to get me back on track. However, let me tell you, my mom is not scary at all even when she'd be trying to act like one."
