"What is it?" Vio asked Fian when the man asked Vio to go somewhere to talk and forgot about his lunch without any expression for a longer time. "I want to talk," Fian answered casually, but Vio just chuckled seeing how the change in Fian's face this time serious about talking to him made Vio suspicious. "Do not hate me."
"I don't mind at all if you're going to say a lot of things to me later. Just don't start with your face and stare, I'm lazy and hate to hear it." Just sitting in the front stall seat as if Vio was pulled and prevented from leaving by Fian with Vio's hand tightly gripped by Fian.
It was the first time, and now the man felt very guilty about saying it for too long and stalling for time without clarity.
