A pretty thing, I won't lie. But just as I said, a pretty "thing". She's like an empty can, painted with beautiful colors. Her voice sounds exactly like an empty can hitting the floor. She's been yapping non-stop since I introduced myself as Ronan's date and politely asked her to release her hand from around Ronan's arm. Of course, she obeyed, but for some reason, I dislike it. Now, I have no reason to punish her. Well, if she continues with this incessant yapping, someone will have to shut her up, and I'll be more than happy to do so.
"My yacht is so amazing, you have to come and watch the sea with me sometime, you'll love it," she squeals, a bright smile on her face which I immediately wipe away with just a sentence.
"He won't be able to do so; Ronan here gets seasick," I say without e
