Three days have passed. Lenoir was given a week to assess his feelings for Sydney. He had opened it up to Barbie, and it was obvious that she was very pleased about it.
One afternoon, the two of them were walking on the streets. They both came from their rehearsals for their class performances.
"I don't know why you are still holding on to her," Barbie said, clinging onto Lenoir's arm as she rubbed her chest onto it, "I am just here, Lenoir. I will do whatever you want me to do."
Lenoir pulled his arm away from her, "Please refrain yourself…"
"I can't. I just can't, Lenoir," she grabbed his arm and they stopped walking, "This is a good chance... You should break up with her! Besides, I think she's already anticipating it. You're just holding yourself back because of the three years of your relationship."
"I still have four days left to think. Don't make me even more confused, Barbie."
