The more I thought about it, the more plausible the idea was from how she suddenly gave me chocolate to the times when she would randomly show up unannounced. I wasn't very good at picking up these things, but I also didn't think I was dense.
It was for that reason that I found myself believing the notion.
Licking my dry lips, I opened my mouth,
"You, you can't possibly like me—"
"No."
Delilah coldly shook her head and answered before I could finish my sentence.
It left me speechless, and at the same time a little disappointed. But I shook those feelings away. What was I even thinking?
"Okay."
I dropped the topic there and pressed my hand against hers.
'Right, maybe I'm overthinking.'
Focusing all my attention on her palm, I tried using 'Love' on her. The results were as expected. Delilah didn't react much as she sat in silence, seemingly waiting for something to happen.
But that something never happened.
