"Impossible." Flare said, sounding more active than usual.
Her eyes narrowed. "Sybil… pulled this?"
The idea seemed absurd. It was inconceivable… unless, of course, Azel had a strange fetish for small boobs and bad attitude.
That was the only way she could explain why he would even want to date her.
Her gaze shifted toward Sybil, who looked nothing like someone who had pulled anything clever.
The green-haired girl was leaning on the table with both palms pressed against her cheeks, staring dreamily into space.
Her lips were parted, and a thin trail of drool slipped down one side.
It would have looked innocent, almost childlike, if not for the fact that it was Sybil.
'She really is weird,' Flare thought, shaking her head slightly before forcing her attention back on Azel.
"You're right," Azel said casually. "I was just looking to see your reaction."
Flare rolled her eyes, trying to mask the flutter she felt in her chest.
