Trishal’s POV
“Nothing, just the usual, you know," I tried to discourage her interest.
“What is the usual?"
“Whatever you think the usual is," I replied blandly.
“Neymar told me about your new lover, so who is he?" I asked, trying to change the subject of our conversation to her.
"Who told you it's a he?” she asked jokingly, though it sounded kinda off.
Adrian's eyes widened, and he retreated his steps back to the table where I was seated. I guess he also didn't know his sister swung the other way too.
“He's no one of interest,” she suddenly said quickly as if to cover up a slip.
"Okay,” I said gently, not wanting her to have the idea that I would judge her or something.
Adrian wanted to speak, but I glared at him, mouthing ‘I would kill you’.
We spoke about some irrelevant thing
