"Snap."
A merciless hand slapped down on Sam's hand, knocking his palm away.
Sophie looked at him with disdain.
"What are you thinking? That's really disgusting."
Yes, this was the real Sophie. The girl as beautiful as morning dew a moment ago seemed to be just a baseless fantasy of Sam's.
Sam chuckled, still not rising from the table but instead tilting his head to look at her from a strange angle. Despite the odd perspective, she still looked quite beautiful.
"Sophie has no sense of romance, sigh."
Sophie, clearly annoyed, sat down not far from him, gracefully gathering her skirt as she did so.
"Why should I has romance? To become a weird person like you?"
Sophie clearly had no respect for such notions.
Sam sighed. "A weird person? Sigh... I didn't expect that in your eyes, I would be such a person."
Sophie knew Sam was just putting on an act of being aggrieved; she wasn't about to feel guilty about it.
