"~This is a love story!~" Nelia jabs her microphone to my face.
I thought Nelia was bad at everything and now that I heard her singing… nothing changes. My ear is stabbing my brain I feel like. Maybe it was a mistake taking her to do karaoke.
When her song ends, I clap my hand in happiness; I'm free!
Nelia takes that as a compliment, smiling ear to ear and rush toward me. While still hugging my arm, she says. "I've had enough. I want to hear you sing."
"Uh, I don't sing."
"Men don't sing?"
"Not really." I think some guy can sing well.
"Oh, I see how it is. Real men don't sing."
Hey, I didn't say that, "I just don't want to."
She pouts, glittering her dark eyes. "Even if it's for my birthday?"
"Today's your birthday?"
"Maybe? there's so much thing you don't know about me, Sensei."
"Oh," is that like a bad thing? Why do I feel guilty about this? It's not like she even knows me for real, right?
