"You are doing this to make me give up, aren't you?" he said sheepishly but she shook her head.
"No. You are a good guy, Nathaniel, but I have sworn to be the Lord's bride." She looked at him with what seemed like a regretful expression and told him further. "I'm sorry. I told you that you would hate me." She pouted, raising one lip and making a sad face at the boy in front of her, further pulling his leg. "Do you hate me?"
"No. No!" he screamed. "I don't hate you. I didn't know you were this passionate about your religion. You look like a chill girl." He sounded devastated and he didn't mind a single bit.
"I am a chill girl." She confirmed in a low voice. The people around them had slowly dispersed and the cleaners were just about to come in and sweep them out.
"I mean… did Jonathan do that to you?" he said in a low voice, helplessness and failure written clearly on his face.
