"You like her, don't you?" Anya asked as Kevin swirled her around but his eyes kept glancing at a particular person in the crowd.
"Who? Kyra?" Kevin asked finally looking at her and he blinked realizing his own words.
"I didn't mention the name," Anya chuckled as his face turned slightly red after being caught by his own words.
"I don't like her," Kevin cleared his throat, and hooking her hand again, he added, "it's just that the curse mishap has brought us a little close."
"A little?" Anya smiled shaking her head. This guy had no clue just like that girl who always fumed seeing them together.
"I wanted to ask you out, but," Following his steps, Anya sadly smiled, "it's quite clear that I don't stand a chance in front of her."
"It's not like what you are thinking, we are just," Kevin struggled to find the apt word to explain and continued, "we are more like friends."
