Alec wet his lower lip, in doubt for a second whether to tell this to me or not. But he ended up anyway.
"You see, that guy likes you."
That's the last word my mind kept on playing and playing while I walk back to my home. I'm not sure where did he get that idea that Malcolm likes me when he clearly knows what we were...as best friends.
How? I asked myself.
But the series of confusion never stopped when I tried to contact Malcolm on the following day and told him what my boyfriend thinks of him.
"Why?" He laughed. I was eating my breakfast at his place when we talked about it.
"I don't know, all of a sudden before he go back to his car, he told me in a serious tone, that he is pretty sure that you like me."
"Yeah?" He just easily crunched on his sandwich as if he's not taking it seriously. "What do you mean by like?"
