Luci's gaze was very strange right now. "Heh? You're so easily moved on," she shouted to Evan, then shook her head.
"It is not like that." Evan defended himself. "Anything can happen, right? I'm not trying to say that I'm a playboy or anything. But what I mean is don't think about the girl I like now!" Evan fiddled with his fingers anxiously.
"If I don't talk about her, then when will I bring you two closer?" Luci rolled up her white long t-shirt to above her elbows. Now she looked like a boss who was scolding his subordinates or a wife who was scolding her husband.
Evan finally gave up on this debate, and he started to admit something. "To be honest lately I'm not sure about the girl I like. I mean I'm not sure about my feelings."
"Why is it like that? You seem to be whining yourself so I can help you get her." Luci groaned in her place. Her face was bent, and she looked very annoyed.
