"Are you going to do something about it?"
Nel didn't reply immediately.
It took him a few long moments to finally nod.
"I want to talk with her, at least—I want to find out what her problem is!"
Tristan beamed.
"That's right, we are going to have a really, really nice talk with her. I already invited her, and I feel like she won't refuse a meeting."
Nel huffed.
"You were going to talk with her with or without me, then? Damn, Tris, you are…" He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. "It's all gotta go your way or no way!"
"Yes. Were you complaining?"
"…I don't know. Give me a week to process this. Hell, I knew showbiz can be stressful, but I didn't expect drama like that."
Tristan laughed.
"Come on. There's a new controversy every day. You gotta either grow a thicker skin, or a superiority complex to be in here."
Nel grinned.
