I was quiet for the next few minutes while staring at my clenched fists. I could still feel her gaze on me so she was definitely waiting for my explanation. I gulped.
“If it is still too hard to talk about it, then you do not have to tell me now,” Jennifer said with an assuring tone of voice. “But what’s the name of that mysterious admirer of yours?”
Her eyebrows went up and down while a playful smile was formed on her lips.
I rolled my eyes.
“He is not my admirer, okay? But… His name is Jonathan Friedman.”
Only then, Jennifer just stared at me with a blank look on her face for a straight minute. There was only one thing in her mind if she was making that kind of expression—she was not believing me.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
I shook my head, only for her to suddenly bury her face
