She didn't want to date a kid straight out of high school. By the time he grew up, her ovaries might not be functioning properly anymore.
James, on the other hand, took matters into his own hands and selected the twenty to twenty-five age group as well, then press submit. " James ! I am not dating anyone under twenty-five."
Evonne swatted her cousin's hands off the keyboard. Rina dropped her apple with a thud, which in turn drew everyone's attention to her. "Sorry," Rina said, fully aware of the many eyes staring at her.
"I'll just throw this one away and grab another one. Is that all right, Evonne?" "Sure, James can get one for you," Evonne offered, easily brushing aside the incident. "No, I'll get it myself.
James needs to help you with the site," Rina said, rushing to the kitchen. While Evonne and James went back to typing, Rosa eyed her friend's strange behavior with suspicion.
Rina, the calm and collected one, was never like this, not since she returned from Hawaii three years ago anyway.
What happened there? Why would she act like this? Rosa would sure drum the answer out of Rina once she had the opportunity.
"All done," the other two shouted in Rosa's ears, cutting off her thoughts. "Calm down, you two. It's only a man," Rosa said. "Yes, yes, I know. I know you don't mind being a spinster, but I do. My maternal instinct is yelling out to me to find myself a man and have a family.
But I'm not dating anyone under twenty." Evonne glared at her cousin. "I'm starving," James said, rubbing his stomach. "All that talking and typing about soul mates and babies made me famished. Anyone up for pizza tonight?" "No thanks.
Please grab Malaysian instead. I want my usual rice rolls. Make that prawn, please," Rosa said, not taking her gaze from the laptop screen.
"Why are we having Malaysian again?" James whined. "I want pizza. Evonne, say you want pizza too." "Sorry, James, but I don't feel like pizza tonight. Malaysian it is," Evonne said, bursting James 's bubble.
"You two, sticking together like glue. Fine. Rina?" James shouted. "Yes." Rina came from the bathroom. Where's the apple from the kitchen? Rosa thought.
None of the others paid her any heed, but Rosa was very aware of her surroundings. Rina looked upset like she had been crying or something.
She needed to talk to the girl tonight since Evonne was too preoccupied with her baby talk and all that. The only way to clear the air would be to suss it all out. "Rina, tell me which one you like." James went to wind his arm around Rina again.
" Malaysian or pizza?" "I…" Rina spoke, tossing up whether to go for the healthy option of Malaysian, their favorite cuisine, or pizza as James wanted.
"Rina, we need your answer," James urged. "You're the last vote. I'm losing right now, two to one. You've got to choose pizza, please," James pleaded, making his signature puppy dog eyes at her. Rina felt a sting in her chest but pushed it away again. "We could always get both." Rina finally spoke.