"I'll go report myself to the principal. You don't need to lead the way. I'll tell him everything," Lisa drawled.
Mr. Theo cleared his throat. "Sit down now!" he bellowed.
She gave a sly grin before motioning to her twin to take his seat too.
It was lunchtime. Matteo walked languidly to the school garden, scrolling through his phone.
"Matteo!" a voice called out coyly. Matteo turned back to see who it was. It was Greta.
"Greta, just leave me alone," he mumbled.
"Why? I thought you'd be interested. Don't you want find that girl... what's her name again?"
"Rosalie," he replied hastily. "What do you know about Rosalie?!" he asked, his eyes desperately searching Greta's eyes as though the answer lay within them.
"Go out with me, and I'll give you all the information I know about her."
"How can I trust that you know where she is?"