INDY
He talked about not liking sweetness, but he ended up eating most of what I had ordered anyway.
“You ordered too much,” he said, standing up from the cafe table, already putting his laptop back into his bag.
I raised a brow. “I ordered for myself.”
“And yet I was forced to help you.”
“Forced?” I repeated. “You voluntarily picked up the fork, Your Highness.”
He ignored the title, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
The more I got to know this guy, the more I realized he was a tsundere.
I shook my head to myself as we stepped back outside. The sun had shifted a little higher, warming the streets. He walked beside me, hands in his pockets, expression calm and closed off like always.
I didn’t mind.
I could talk enough for both of us.
“So,” I started, kicking a small pebb
