"Do you need a hand with her?" I asked as I encountered Amelia, who supported the intoxicated Anastasia while exploring the night market.
Huh. She's such a good friend.
When the group split up, she was left to shoulder her drunk friend alone.
So when I stumbled upon the two of them, I couldn't help but offer my help.
In response to my gentlemanly offer of help, Amelia scrunched up her nose and curled her upper lip while narrowing her eyes at me.
"You?" she asked incredulously, her expression conveying a mixture of disgust and surprise.
…The hell was with that expression? Huh?! I offered you my help, and this is how you replied?!
But if that wasn't enough, Amelia slightly turned her back toward me to hide Anastasia behind her.
"No," she said curtly.
…What the fuck?! Do you think I'm gonna steal her or something?! Huh?!
"Whatever," I muttered, rolling my eyes in annoyance at her reaction before turning to walk away.
