On the other side, for the past ten minutes, Darren was just staring at Ying waiting for her to speak up already. However, the girl who never hesitated before was now in such a deep contemplation that she wasn't even uttering a word. She was either chewing on her lips or playing with her nails, it was apparent how uncertain and reluctant she was.
Tapping his foot impatiently, Darren urged her, "Are you sure you have something to say? Or you're just wasting my time? What's up with dilly-dallying? That's so not your style."
"Give me a minute," said Ying, depressingly. She was depressed and now annoyed at how Darren was rushing her to talk.
Darren folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside him in a bored manner.
