Are you smiling?
Did she really smile when she chatted with me?
And what was that about quickly stopping her smile and making a face like she was looking for trouble?
"Do you study in this building?"
"..."
Her beautiful face was flustered and she couldn't answer. Her mouth, which had previously been smiling and happy, opened to say something. She thought for a long time about what to say until...
"Oh, I study in this building. What's the problem?"
"Like this, after class, we can go to the stand together, right?"
"Aren't you supposed to go with your friends?"
"Yes," I smiled.
"Why? Or do you want to go alone?"
"What are you talking about? It's annoying."
She frowned in anger again.
"I saw that you smiled at the chat we just finished talking about."
"I might as well smile at something else on the screen."
"That's not true. You smiled at my chat."
It was just a prank, and who would have thought that the other person would remain silent, spending time staring at each other until now I was the one who averted my gaze instead. P'Jean pursed her lips and used those narrow eyes to go wash her hands and pull out a tissue to wipe her face, no different from the time we clashed in the bathroom.
She looked like she was lost in thought, the only difference from last time was that this time, instead of walking away, she threw the tissue into the trash can and advanced closer to me.
Those eyes are getting closer, and so is the face that is looking for trouble.
.
.
"Talking like this, you're trying to be nice, aren't you?"
Oh well, being hit with such anger,
"I'm not trying to be nice, I'm just trying to tease you."
"Am I your playmate?"
"..."
"Hee!"
Because I heard Phi Jeans laughing in her throat, I couldn't guess how she would attack next. It seemed that what my father said would be difficult to come true. I lowered my head and made a soft sound as if I was talking to myself.
"But...what kind of person do you like?"
Another person suddenly slammed the speaker. "You're interfering with me in everything. Starting from asking if I have someone I like, and then asking what kind of person I like."
"..."
"Yes!"
"Huh?"
She suddenly said, causing me to look up and ask,
"What kind of person do you like?"
!!!
thud, thud, thud!
She answered the question with a play on words... or not?
"Where is it?"
Could it be the child standing here?
At the moment when my mouth hung open, I wanted to say something, but it was too late. The taller person tilted her head to lower her face and pressed her thin red lips against mine. Her narrow eyes were closed, unlike mine, which were wide open in shock at her sudden action.
