Following Timothy out of the house, Elder Turner couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.
After a long silence, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Uh, Timothy, I seriously suspect you're avoiding me."
"What? No way! Elder Turner, you're the esteemed High Priest. How could I possibly avoid you?"
Timothy spread his hands in mock innocence.
"Then… why were you so quick to turn me down, but the moment I mentioned Goddess Sylvia, you agreed right away?" Elder Turner's face fell, looking almost pitiful.
He had asked Timothy several times to grab a drink and chat, seeking advice on how to find a partner. He had thought they'd become close friends, despite the age difference.
But now, he was starting to feel a very obvious double standard.
And the gap in treatment was way too big!
