Bathing in the pale radiance of the big top's ceiling lights, Tristan and I continue exchanging stares amidst the circus spectators' applauses and cheers.
In every passing second, I'm starting to regret not zipping my mouth. It just happened that I can almost tell what's running in his mind at this moment, especially with that condescending expression of his.
"Y-You know what, never mind. It's fine if you're not going to tell me," I lamely retorted in an attempt to snap him out of whatever train of thoughts he was having.
"It won't be fine to me if you're not going to answer mine, though," he then suddenly remarked with a sly grin, putting me on the edge of my seat.
Now, this is indeed quite unexpected.
I'm not certain if Tristan is just teasing me again, but more than anything, I'm not sure if I would rather have him do so instead of learning that he's actually dead serious with this whole misleading act.
