“Are you sure you won’t get mad this time?”
“If this is what you really want, I won’t.”
“You won’t act strangely towards me again?”
“Hey, when did I ever?”
About a few days ago, after the incident in the Old Wood Town. Yeah, yeah. He knows. But he doesn’t want to recall it anymore. He was a simple man, after all. Liberty likes to believe that what’s past is past. He just hoped Naomi would think the same.
When she was about to open her mouth and fire her retort, Liberty shoved a piece of strawberry over her lips in an attempt to shut her up and his mind in the process. Because after his encounter with some random girl their age in the café yesterday, Liberty couldn’t think of anything else.
Last night as he went to sleep, the words, “you can start next week” and “can I be your othe
