"You've got a point, Sir Paul, but the thing is in this case, I don't know if they'll let me cover this one and do as what you say. Everything is tasked by Klarissa, if not Prof Mariano."
Paul leaned on the table, putting chin on his hand as he stared at Layla. "How many times do I have to be you that you should call me Paul?"
Layla raised her brow. "And how many times do I have to tell you that if we're catching up with our lives, we're still at school so we need to be formal to each other?"
Paul huffed. Layla kept on calling him 'Sir Paul' even when they were outside the school. The only exception was when they were texting, and it was somehow making him a big stranger toward her.
But he was still trying to understand, after all, they were trying to rekindle the fire that they had b
