"Huh?" Cherish Turner muttered in doubt.
"Is it okay?" he asked seemingly without reason.
"What's okay?" His train of thought was too abrupt; she didn't understand and responded with a frown.
He fell silent for a moment, the various sounds around them booming in her ears. His deep voice, however, struck her like an arrow, erupting like thunder, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
He, he, he... what did he say?
Cherish Turner was stunned, without time to think.
William Griffith turned to look at her, his gaze reflecting her unconcerned face. He waited for her answer, the coldness in his handsome face finally showing a crack – a never-before-seen anxiety.
The hustle and bustle around them seemed like irrelevant scenery.
"Cherish?" William Griffith called out again.
"..."
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"..."
"Is it okay?"
"..."
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes?"
"..."
