Days later…
Luke sipping from his strawberry juice, sitting on the chair outside the convenience store. He tilted his head to the side, and then to the other, eyes fixed on the person across from him.
"Err… is something wrong?" Luke inquired at Maxen, leaning his face over the table. "My brother, your mood every day just keeps growing worse and worse. What's up?"
"Nothing," Maxen answered grumpily.
"Nah ah. Something is definitely wrong." Luke shook his head, leaning back, folding his arms under his chest. "I'm not dumb to believe that this is nothing. Cosette is also avoiding hanging out with us, so there's definitely a lover's quarrel here."
He then narrowed his eyes, studying Maxen deeply. "Lover's quarrel. That's a surprise, considering she's like a leech that wouldn't come off no matter what you do. What did you do to make her so angry?"
