#Chapter44
PRETTY DELICIOUS
Diane’s P.O.V.
These were merely paper dolls and toy houses by Denise. It would only be a year before she finally became a teenager, but she was still fond of playing these.
/"No worries. Denise might say that I am not fulfilling my promise as her new big bro. Hmm, but may I know what you are working on? I mean, the one you are finishing earlier?/" he curiously questioned me with light wrinkles on his forehead as he gave me some of the paper dolls.
/"Ah, that? Our documentary thesis,/" I replied. /"What’s left is just double-checking of wordings, computations, and I would be all set. However, I have this one problem that I couldn’t solve for almost two hours, and the deadline for submission is today. My friends would kill me for sure, but I don’t know what to do anymore. Hmm, wait here!/"
