Suzy grabbed her towel and flapped it at Wilson dismissively. "No one."
"You're blushing like an idiot," he deadpanned, gesturing to her bright red cheeks.
"I am not," she sniffed, but her ears were already redder. "And what are you doing here? Aren't you painting today?"
"Taking the day off," he said dryly, still looking at her suspiciously. "Who do you have a crush on?"
She seemed genuinely surprised that he'd caught on so easily, but she simply grinned at him, not bothering to share anything. "Actually… I think he may have a crush on me. Because out of all them, why was he the one to give me a call? Hehe." She tossed her ponytail with dramatic flair, a glint of pure mischief in her eyes.
"I don't know what you are talking about, but I can tell you are kinda being delusional about something," Wilson countered, completely unaffected by her theatrics.
She tossed her ponytail again with even more dramatic flair. "Some things are too beautiful to explain to commoners like you."
