"Okay, tell me why you're so hellbent on getting me to go on a date with you?" I asked Heather.
She sighed and looked at me, a defiant look in her eyes. "It's because... ugh, whatever, laugh at me if you want, but I'm in love with you, okay?"
"..."
[...]
I blinked and asked, "Say what now?"
I needed to be sure I'd truly heard what Heather just said and that it wasn't just me hearing things.
She looked at me, her face flushed. She ground her teeth as she stubbornly glared at me for making her repeat what she just said. "I said I'm in love with you."
"Huh...?"
[Host, I'm not familiar with humans that well, but could you please explain to me what the hell this woman is saying?]
'I could, if I knew myself,' I replied to the system.
