Ruby and Everard were walking down the corridor when they stumbled upon Alexander.
“Eve, where are you headed?” Alexander casually asked out of habit.
Everard, however, gave him a glare and threw a satire, “Oh, I didn’t know we were still on talking terms and that you were still interested to know about my whereabouts.”
Alexander narrowed his eyes and said in a monotone, “How many times do I have to tell you that Hamilton is a nice person, not to mention that he is someone I need to respect no matter what. Besides, you are the one who didn’t come with me even when I invited you. So, why are you the one who’s angry at me? I should be the one to get angry.”
“Well, I didn’t come because he’s an arsehole. I don’t like him,” Everard said a bit assertively.
Alexander was tired of listening to the same reasoning that didn’t even make any sense considering how the two of them only interacted a few times with each other.
