"I already confessed my feelings to Erica."
Casey spat out the drink she had swallowed, the table and books there getting wet from her actions. Alan's face became a horror because his book was wet. "Are you crazy?!"
I'm sorry!Ugh, what should I do?!" Casey frantically tried to dry the books.
"Why are you asking me??!" Of course, you have to pay compensation to the librarian there!" mumbled Alan, taking out a tissue and carefully drying the page he was reading.
"You're overacting! It's only a little bit!"
Alan glared at Casey. "You slob."
"Damn it! You're the one who surprised me!" defend Casey. If Alan hadn't suddenly said that, she wouldn't have been so surprised and accidentally spit out her drink.
Finally, Casey put the books closer to the window to dry quickly in the light breeze. Now she looked seriously at Alan, curious about the continuation of the man's story. "Then how about after that?"
