Jason sigh and twirls his spoon on his plate. "Well...brother is truly the definition of different."
"Jason!" His parents call at the same time and he raises both hands in the air.
Folawe quickly explains before they start to think she thinks their son is weird. "He is different. Different from other guys. President Mo doesnt push me too much and he is just...good to me." Which is true. She might have not known the man for long but he is good to her. Although she received a strange message and he acted weird when he saved her from the burglar, he is still being good to her. "Not to mention that he is very considerate."
Ambrose glances at her. In his mind he thought she was only complimenting him as part of her job as the pretend girlfriend. A part of him felt sad and he lost interest in the food. Serving himself some salad, he whispers into her ears.
"Do you want some salad?" Folawe positively nods her head.
"Me too bro."
