"No. We're just dropping by to have some drink," Louie retorted. He doesn't want to label his relationship with Friya. All he knew was that they're friends, that's all. Friya nodded, as if she could develop feelings for him, it's impossible to do so.
"Have we met before?" Sean recovered his voice. He asked no one in particular. But the three of them froze in their seats, as if they're hiding something. Feline stunned from pouring down the last contents of soju bottles, licking her lips.
Friya widened her eyes, choking the noodles in her bowl. She took a sip from the glass of water in front of her. Louie's eyes darted to the corner of the tent. He wagged his hands in front of his lips. He couldn't handle the spice in his taste buds. But he's pretending to be uncomfortable with the noodles he's eating, or else...
