"I'll be forever grateful that I met you back there. Coming with you is one of the worst yet the best decision I made, Hugo."
I looked at Hugo and raised my brows at his lack of reaction. He was just looking down at me, blinking before looking away.
"Are you alright?" I inquired, tilting my upper body to the side to see his face. "You're all red. Are you perhaps cold?"
"Gosh, you're so slow," he grumbled while covering his lips with the back of his fist. "And it's so annoying."
A frown dominated my face as I straightened my back. He kept saying I was slow, but honestly, I disagree. How could I be slow when he didn't even answer me properly? He just kept spouting nonsense.
"Are you angry at me?" I asked, only to jump back when he answered, "I'm not!" in irritation while clicking his tongue and glaring at me. What was wrong with this guy? Just what did I say to get him all riled up?
