Cyrus Taylor thought she meant she didn't believe he really liked her and was about to explain.
Then he saw Rosalyn, who had just been so intimate with him, pull away and look into his eyes calmly, saying, "I don't believe you can convince Sophia. Sophia has been a good person since she was young, but she's not foolish. You claim you can persuade her that your breakup with her has nothing to do with me, I simply don't believe it. Cyrus, do you know why the first time I met you, when you asked my name, I ran away without telling you?"
"Why?" the young man asked, puzzled.
Rosalyn's toes rubbed the ground, her hands behind her back, her skirt fluttering just like the first time they met, bright and lively, "Because I knew you were the one Sophia liked. If you weren't the one Sophia liked, I would have definitely asked for your phone number. But since you are the one Sophia likes, I could never possibly like you."
