There was silence. A very long silence.
Keith stared at me like he was looking at a crazy woman, his eyes were asking if I'm serious or not. I stared back, blinking at him, saying nothing, and just sat there looking pretty determined. After a while, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"What the fvck..." He muttered under his breath.
My cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Now I feel incredulous and started questioning myself if I'm still sane.
I'm starting to regret saying that now.
"Are you on drugs?" He inquired and roamed his eyes over me, squinting here and there.
"What? No!" I digressed.
"Then maybe you've gone senile." He continued.
My lips pursed in annoyance and glared at him.
"I'm perfectly healthy, thank you very much."
Keith looked at me again and one of his brows shot up.
"Then you were being serious." He stated.
"Yes. I am actually being serious."
