"You're leaving Trondheim!" Zachary exclaimed, his voice coming out slightly higher than intended. "What happened? What about your music school? Didn't you say you still had a few more years to complete your studies there? Don't tell me it was me—" He stopped mid-sentence, inclining his head slightly to hold Marta's gaze for a brief moment.
"Oh, come on, Zach!" Marta said, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. "You're not such an Adonis to make me lose myself and escape from Trondheim because of you. At least not for the moment." She added, her tone filled with honesty.
"Oh," Zachary said, raising a brow.
"You seem to doubt me," she said, pouting. "I only wished for us to get together since we were both single and seemed to get along well at the time." She paused for a moment as if she was trying to recall past fond memories. "But when you showed no interest in me, I stopped bothering you," she continued. "Isn't that so, Zach?" She held Zachary's gaze.
