My grandma kissed my cheeks and said, "Anyway, both of you, I have some meetings to attend. Feel at home, iho. My grandchild's friends are always welcome here. I am going ahead." I observed my grandmother glaring at Zamiel, and I don't understand why.
When granny has already left, I turn to face Zamiel, who is staring ahead with a bewildered expression. When I finally spoke, he suddenly snapped.
"Where do you want to go? Let's go?", I said with smile on my face.
I have a smile on my face as I look at him. But I'm aware that I can't speak to him for a variety of reasons based on what I overheard. Zamiel is present, but why? I merely made assumptions. He is not here because of me in the first place. He considers me a buddy. a buddy. I grinned sourly. What's the matter with me? Why is my
