"Now, let me guess..." Camila relaxed herself, knowing that I was only joking around and wouldn't do anything that would actually make her uncomfortable. "You still think that I'm really young and still need some kind of proof to prove that I'm not lying."
"Well, it's not like you've already proven your innocence when all you've done so far is show your little sister and father, so guess you still do, or else I might really go into depression and never forget about what happened today..." I said in an unconcerned manner, which made her stare at me with a suspicious gaze in her eyes.
"...Why do I feel that you actually won't be that bothered about what happened even if I don't prove that I'm probably older than your mother and that you're actually just playing with me right now for the fun of it?" Camila stared at me closely to see if I gave anything away.
