Lola's efforts to eliminate any silly thoughts about Atlas were a real effort, to the point that she even dreamed of the past. And just when she thought that as long as she ignored and didn't put any meaning into the man's actions, and things would be fine, someone would suddenly say,
"Please marry First Brother!"
"Eh?" Lola scrunched up her nose, pulling her head back slightly. But the man pulled her hands closer as he leaned forward.
"Please," he said, lowering his head a little. "He's a good person, even if it's not obvious. His pockets are so deep you might find the Earth's inner core. And he's smart—a total package. Trust me, there's nothing wrong with him, and there isn't any catch. Please marry him as soon as possible... today is good too."
Her mouth opened and closed, her mind trying to absorb his rapid-fire remarks. But her brain felt like a non-absorbent sponge at the moment.
