Mimi blinked for like one, two, three seconds, and the next, she was back to herself. Having learned from the earlier, she had become so accustomed to Victor's teasing that it no longer moved her that much.
She snorted, "Why would you like me? I'm not even that cool," She found his claim unreasonable.
At that comment, his expression changed, "Why would you think that? You're absolutely cool,"
Her brows raised, "Oh. I thought I only had a foul temper,"
"Well, you do have a foul temper," He acknowledged.
Mimi looked up at him, he stared back. And just like that, they both burst into laughter.
"Okay, fine," Mimi gave in, "What do you want to know?"
Victor pursed his lips, a dreamy look on his face as if he was thinking over it, "Just your childhood. How was it growing up? Did you fight a lot with that temper of yours?"
