Dylan looked at Frudi, his eyes searching for answers. "So, you mean this is all the story? The fact that you lied to me about your identity doesn't mean you're a bad person to me. Thus, why would I want to forget you? Have you ever thought about it?"
Frudi's expression turned cold, and she said, "I didn't tell you this so you could keep asking me questions. I told you so you could let me go. You should see that we can't be together because of our families."
Dylan's face reddened slightly, and he said, "Our families? As far as I know, the Rivera and the Martinez are not on good terms, quite alright. But you're in the Martinez house, and you're not dead. You're literally brought here by my dad, so there's no problem."
Frudi's anger simmered just below the surface, and she said, "Okay, do you want to be with me? Do you want to date me?"
