"Are you seriously not dating each other?"
Reo leaned across the desk, his chin propped on one hand and an irrepressible grin on his face.
Kyle didn't even lift his eyes from the notes sprawled on the desk. His answer came out flat, and thoroughly tired.
"No."
Reo blinked, unbothered. As if Kyle hadn't just given him the same answer for the tenth time this week.
"But Senior Elizabeth said she's supposed to be your fiancée."
Kyle closed his eyes. He could already feel the headache pressing at the back of his skull.
"I told you. We didn't agree to the marriage. There was just… a talk."
Reo sat up straighter, pouncing on that little gap in his words like a predator who had finally scented blood.
"But you haven't rejected each other, right? That means you're both interested! And Senior—"
His voice dropped dramatically, eyes gleaming with mock conspiracy,
"—she seemed very interested in you. Like… really into yo—"
"Sigh"
