"Why are you bringing up your sister coming tomorrow?"
Sophie had finished her meal and was now sipping the lamb soup Sam had specially prepared today. The soup was indeed delicious, with no gamey taste, just a rich, warm flavor that even the picky Sophie couldn't refuse.
Sam smiled. "It's nothing, just making conversation. Come to think of it, you haven't met her yet, have you?"
Sophie paused. "I indeed haven't... but why should I meet your sister... Isn't that kind of weird?"
It felt like meeting the parents, what was this jerk thinking...
Sophie's cheeks inexplicably heated up, surely because the lamb soup was too hot.
Sam seemed casual as he said, "I've already met Sophia, so it's only polite to reciprocate, right? You're not some hideous creature afraid of meeting people, are you?"
So that was it... Sophie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
But why did she feel a bit hollow?
