"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Adrian, who had been scribbling on paper, suddenly looked up and asked.
"Um... no, it's just..." Avril, regaining her senses and folding her arms, suddenly felt a bit guilty, "I just wanted to look at you."
"Do you think I've gotten handsomer, or do you think I've gotten stronger?" Adrian asked with a grin, then deliberately flexed his arm.
"With all the time and energy you spend trying to charm me, you should focus on figuring out how to write songs, since summer vacation is coming up!" Avril unapologetically glared at him, then strummed a few guitar strings.
"Oh, Vini, you've really given me a tough problem," Adrian immediately started to complain, "Composing with sheet music? You've got to be joking; I might be able to sing or hum, but this is nearly an impossible task!"
"You are a genius, Uncle Ed, the most famous genius in Hollywood," Avril remained unmoved, "So, shouldn't a genius be able to handle such a small issue?"
