The conversation at that table continued, with the girls being overly flirtatious with that Smith guy. The poor man was a third wheel, no, seventh wheel, in that lunch. The rich guy probably invited him only to clear suspicions he only invited the hot girls, making it less awkward with one more guy around the table.
Aiya, he was still inferior to me. I'd invite my girls and them alone, no need for other guys. Ahm, except for my good man Leo, whom I'd never forget behind. Sometimes.
"Is Miss Gizelle staring at one of the guys? Or talking to him only?" Leo asked nervously as though his potential bride was led astray by men with bad intentions.
Good question. "Hmm, she barely touched her food…" I started analyzing, inviting my fellow psychology student to join the effort.
