I like you just the way you are, but I also don't like it when others like you. But I also like it because you're easy to like. Do you understand what I mean?
— Bright
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Emma let out an exasperated sigh. "Can you believe you're openly dumping your misfortunes on me?!"
Bright shrugged, his expression unapologetic. "What choice do I have? It's better that you, my sole victim, carry the burden, rather than me causing harm to numerous other girls. Plus, you're strong and capable. I trust you can handle the weight on your shoulders." He reached out to pat Emma's shoulder, but she recoiled, shooting him a fierce glare.
As they continued their banter, the atmosphere between them shifted, teetering on the edge of tension and familiarity.
Emma's frustration simmered beneath the surface, mingling with a hint of amusement at Bright's audacity.
