Genevieve:
While they were outside, I had some free time to chat with Wolvin, who had stepped out of the kitchen with a dry loaf of bread that he was munching on.
"Ahem!" I cleared my throat and smiled at him, signaling that I wanted to have a conversation. He didn't even smile back and plopped down on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest them on the central table as he turned on the TV.
"It looks like someone is really lucky to have you. You must truly love her," my foolish self initiated the conversation, desperately wanting to know if he was single. I had a feeling he might have made a promise to someone, which is why he wasn't attracted to me.
"No," he replied in a dry manner, which only confused me more. What did he mean by that? Knowing he was a bit straightforward and no
