"Jake, what's wrong? You're not having any fun."
A young boy of about fifteen, hot, blonde-haired, purple eyes flinched as he was rudely awakened out of his reverie.
The boy names Jake smiled sheepishly as he met his girlfriend's eyes with his.
"It's okay Hilda, I was sorting out the bills in my head. You know, since you brought friends over."
This time it was Hilda's turn to smile sheepishly.
"I told you, right...? Remember, back when–"
"Please don't gaslight me. I already have enough troubles on my mind." Jake smiled wryly.
Hilda wasn't truly his girlfriend. She was his fiànce and they had only recently known about their arranged marriage and they were getting to know each other with little progress.
"Hey Jake, thanks for treating us!"
"Sup brother! Good thanks."
I appreciate this...."
Jake put on a polite smile as he let all their words of thanks turn into background noise.
