"So this girl bumped into me which knocked me down, too bad I didn't even have a chance to glance at her face," I talked about what happened a second ago with GB. As always he nodded as a response, so much for a friend sheesh. He organized and returned some books that were returned by some students, as he fix his glasses with books on his hands he stated, "Elsa was here awhile ago." Then he returned to what he was doing. Why so serious?
"Really?" Marshall's jaw dropped. For a sudden realization he thought he was dumb. "You didn't stop her!?"
"No." GB bluntly answered.
"Why?" Marshall continued. In his mind he was already on his tactics. 'Come on he just state answers there's no fun, and it's his fault why Elsa got away.'
"She has stuffs..."
"Really? Stuffs?"
"Yes, stuffs."
On the other way around Marshall was the one who got annoyed. 'GB you're so dead.'
(Story short I have to think of other ways lol
