“Stop, don’t look at me like that.” Margarette uttered and I chuckled. She was blushing. Her face is now tomato red. Margarette turned her back on me and I continued packing my things.
My phone vibrated and I looked at Margarette, she was looking at her phone too. Maybe it was Ethan. I looked at my phone and checked the message, indeed, it was Ethan, asking us where we were. I looked at Margarette and waited for her to say anything, but she remained silent. I wonder why she is not saying anything.
“Did we receive the same message?” I asked, Margarette looked at me and nodded.
“Shall we?” I asked, Margarette smiled at me and nodded.
“Why do you just keep on nodding? I feel strange about this.” I utter with a goofy voice and giggled awkwardly.
“What is wrong with me? I am just the usual
