"Don't you live here?"
He wore a bright smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a dark undertone.
At this moment, the weather was gloomy without sunlight, wind starting to pick up swirling with the chilling moisture before rain, making his expression even more eerie.
Like a distorted, grinning clown.
After a brief pause of just a second, Hannah responded with ease, "I'm hungry, going to get some food."
Her tone was natural, flawless.
Sure enough, Jimmy Simmons had no doubts, "Great, it's my treat."
"No need."
After saying that, Hannah continued walking forward, not sparing him another glance.
Still, Jimmy Simmons followed close by with a smile, even taking the initiative to offer carrying Hannah's backpack, and didn't show any sign of embarrassment or annoyance even after being rejected.
The more enthusiastically and brightly he behaved, the more dissonant it felt.
