"By the way, is Raeya free? I want to talk to her," I asked with an innocent grin, fully aware that I was pouring gasoline onto the already raging bonfire of her patience. She looked as though she was secretly placing curses on her friend deep in the recesses of her mind.
Watching her desperately try to contain her irritation was like witnessing a man with no eyes attempting to peek on a beautiful woman's naked body – both amusing and futile.
"She already have a boyfriend," she retorted, attempting to portray Raeya in a less favorable light.
"I don't really care. It's not like she's already married," I replied with a cheeky smile.
She was once again taken aback by my response.
