After hearing him, she was stunned and blinked her eyes.
"Poetry?" she raised her brows as a sign that she was startled at his words.
Felix gazed at the rain and reached out his left hand to feel the rain pouring down on his hand.
"Yes. Don't tell me my Mother was joking with me and you don't like poetry?"
She awkwardly smiled, "No. it's indeed my favorite thing to do. However now, I can' say anything because I haven't done anything and… I still finding my inspiration." She lowered her head out of embarrassment she had to face.
He lightly laughed and dried his hand using his pants, rubbing it over until it dried down. Clapping his hands, he smiled again. "Inspiration? Do you need inspiration at such things?"
She blinked. "Uhm.. yes." She gulped down and tried her best to stay calm.
He looked at her bowing head then seriously said, "Then take me as your inspiration."
