"This is too much!" Jadin shouted, looking at the building in front of him and gulping.
"You really like screaming when you feel overwhelmed, don't you?" Issac asked, stroking his chin. "Does that have anything to do with your upbringing? Or is it your environment?"
Placing a hand on the man's shoulders, Soren squeezed it, "Stop. trying. to. analyse. everyone. you. meet."
"I can't help it." Issac turned to him, unfazed. "People are so interesting. Especially Jadin."
"You really are sounding like a creep right now." Soren sighed, fixing his deep red button-up shirt, holding the blazer over his arm. "And why am I wearing your clothes??"
"Coz they fit?" Issac looked at him, confused. "Didn't you say that you didn't want to buy new ones?"
"Yes. But I wanted to wear my own ones." Soren said dramatically putting his hands to his head.
