Unbearably quiet, unbearably boring.
This was the first time Matthew had met someone so dull and clueless. He couldn't help sighing, "That's not how you chase a girl. If you don't tell her, how will she know you like her?"
"You've got that saying all wrong," James retorted, "It should be, 'If you don't say it, how can she reject you?'"
Matthew was taken aback, his smile strangled.
Who'd thought anyone was capable of being so self-deprecating?
With a matter-of-fact look on his face, James added, "Oh, and you're seven."
Defending himself, Matthew retorted, "So what if I'm seven? I'm always with Hannah; I can have a say."
Seeing James's disbelief, he hurriedly tried proving himself. "For instance, I know Hannah doesn't like Uncle Louis or Uncle Jackie."
James looked at Matthew, presumably waiting for him to continue.
But Matthew stopped there, patting James's shoulder. "I like you more than them."
James paused a while before simply replying, "Thank you."
