Mael throws some glanced at Ulysses. Her gaze shifted to Mael from Ulysses.
“Oh, sorry, what are you saying again, Mael?”
“What I am saying is--”
“Gee, I put my name on the documents as a giver of your deer.” Ulysses cut Mael's paragraph once again, “Oh, sorry, Mael to butt in again.”
Geselle laughed as she watches Mael's face. I chuckled too as I realized what Ulysses is trying to do. He kept interrupting those two. I unknowingly brush my lips with my fingers. Our kiss last night was sweet as honeydew.
“I want to ask you out!” Mael grunted as quickly as lightning, “Let's have a date.”
The smile on my face fades away as Geselle loses the holds of the flower. Ulysses let an audible coughed as he nearly choked to his coffee. Mael picks up the wreaths from the floor as fast as possible
