But then, he might have come off as being too forward. One never really knew with women. She might have found another reason to be offended about how he did not even bother to ask her out properly, but instead, just dragged her along like she was some log of wood with no feelings and no thoughts.
The more he thought about it, the gloomier he became. His head was starting to throb from too much thinking. And now, his friends were making things even worse by jesting.
To ease himself even further, he walked towards the gramophone at the end of the room. Beside it was a stack of old records arranged alphabetically on a stand.
He leafed through absentmindedly and found one of his favorites, then slot it in. the melodious music of Xian Xinghai filled the large study room.
Edward made his way back to where his friends were seated, watching him like he were some strange new animal. He sat down and twirled his glass absentmindedly.
