"Hmph, let's go!" She stomped her foot in annoyance then turned and led her group away.
Standing next to the sports car, Tara Summer laughed, still holding onto Walter Schmidt's hand, watching the retreating backs of the American female students.
"Walter, you need to find a girlfriend so that I won't have to rescue you every time someone hits on you." She chuckled him, then sat down in the passenger seat.
Walter walked around to the driver's seat, fastening his seat belt as he said, "I am a bachelor, I don't plan on getting married, so naturally, I won't have a girlfriend..."
He looked up at her, "Because I don't intend to hold anyone back!"
"Do you...not like women?" Tara asked. This wasn't the first time he had said something like this. Every time a woman hit on him, and Tara ended up pretending to be his girlfriend to fend them off, he made such comments.
