"But..." Yetta Astir grumbled in discontent, "I can't stand his tone."
"Ha-ha!" Mrs. Astir chuckled and asked, "Don't you like Little Jaak?"
"I like him..." Yetta's pretty face reddened, and she hurriedly denied, "How is that possible! Mom, don't talk nonsense, I could never like that arrogant guy."
Yetta shook her head and said to Yetta, "Mom doesn't understand you? You've always been a bit insincere."
Hearing Mrs. Astir say that, Yetta's face grew even redder.
Mrs. Astir pressed on, "By the way, how are things going with you and Little Jaak? If you two really get along, your dad and I won't object. After all, you're also at that age."
"Mom, I told you, there's really nothing between him and me." Yetta said this with a pout, feeling wronged, "He's surrounded by so many pretty girls, he's never even looked at me properly."
