Nico
“You’re probably too busy. It’s okay if you don’t want to go,” Gianna muttered, standing beside the benchpress machine. I placed the weights down and then sitting up, threw her a look.
“That’s the fifth time you have said this within this week,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.
“You’ve been keeping count?” she asked, handing me my towel distractedly.
“You have been pretty consistent,” I said flatly. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want me to attend the party thrown to celebrate your success?” Gianna’s face turned that sweet shade of pink as she bit her lip and shrugged.
“It’s not that…of course I want you to come,” she mumbled.
“Then why do you keep giving me reasons not to?” I raised a brow. “Do you not want me to meet Maximus? Is that it?” She blinked at me, that flush d
