I prepared dogfood and squatted then presented it to the two moaning dogs. Viana is Dos’ poodle that he brought to the store two weeks ago. In good terms, Black and I are already flirting. Tsk.I was just watching the two eat when someone spoke.
“Looks like the two are getting along ah,” Dos said and gulped down the glass of water he was carrying. I didn’t realize it was just following me. I nodded.
“It’s already flirting,” I commented and stood up.
“Jessica, right?”
“Yes why?” I answer here.
“Do you really love my brother?” He asked seriously. I suddenly thought of his question. Do I love Uno? I feel a bit weird when he’s there, but is that love? Maybe not. Crush yes, but love? It is unlikely to happen. Just in case, we still don’t matter. Knowing our worlds are far too different. He’
