For some reason, I find myself in a confounding position all of the sudden.
I'm suddenly caught right in between of these two stunning gentlemen - a moment of heavy silence sprawling in our midst. While Alexander has one of his arms encircled around my shoulders, Sol has his hand on my head, striking me all dumbfounded in the middle.
As soon as the two meet each other's eyes, I happened to get a glimpse of how Sol's hazel brown irises seem to flicker for as brief as a millisecond, which only stupefies me even more. Unsure of what to do, I just slowly muster a flat, unamused look as their hands begin to weigh heavier and heavier in each passing second.
"May I know who you are, Sir?" Sol eventually started again, eyeing him with a contemplative stare.
"Daffodil's instructor. And you?" Alexander replied impassively, an inscrutable expression splattered on his face.
"Instructor...?"
