"Don't ignore me," he said in a low and harsh tone. "Answer my question."
"Change topic," she responded indifferently.
He became annoyed at her trying to dodge his questions. "Did you kiss?"
She coughed, almost choking on her food, and then quickly reached for the glass of water and drank it. Then face him again. "Why do you want to know that? That's in the past. We're over now, so don't ask about it."
"But I want to know! Do you know how heartbroken I was during those times? I was so insecure of him!"
"Don't be."
"So, did you?"
"What?"
"You kissed, didn't you?"
Her cheeks blushed. "Well," she cleared her throat, "just a few times. But it's nothing compared to your experience. You've been with a lot of women. Do you know what men like you are called nowadays?"
"What are you—"
"Fuckboy. That's what they call you now, and it does not sound nice."
He gaped wide in shock. "What— Fuck what?!"
