"Why are you jealous?" was Nate's question she had a hard time answering.
It should not, but it did.
Nate was nothing more than an annoying patron who paid her to find access to some reference books older than the US.
That, and he was also the handsome, wealthy man who used his free time to be a painter and mafia lord, harassing her in the library and spontaneously declaring love to her.
However, at the end of the day, he was nothing to her as she was nothing to him.
"I mean," Nate continued, "You already know I only love you, right?"
Just as she mentioned, Nate spouted another unprompted confession.
Keira bit her bottom lip and brushed the bangs away from the left side of her face. As usual, she had purposefully left her right side covered, hiding away the glaring imperfection of her reddish birthmark.
"Why are you so obsessed with telling me that?"
"Because you don't believe me."
