“Aren’t we going?”
The next day, after Nami’s breakdown for her father’s upcoming wedding, Marcus came to pick her up as usual. Nami looked at him, wondering why he wasn’t doing anything after pulling into their driveway.
“Why are you staring like that?” She asked, walking towards him as she slipped on her jacket. “You’re scaring me. Are you trying to kill me right now or something?”
He shook his head, opening the car door for Nami. “Nothing. I must have looked like that when I cried in front of you too.”
She froze, turning back to him, surprised by what he said. Now I knew why he was staring like that because I was doing the same thing the moment, he said those words with the same reason he felt for me—pity and worry. “I guess so,”
“Uglier, though.”
She shot him a glare in dismay.
