"Why did you take so long?"
Elise grumbled, walking just beside me as we rushed toward the main hallway.
"Who asked you to wait for me?" I clicked my tongue, adjusting my coat as we hurried through the corridor. "I only took ten minutes to get ready."
She scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Still too long. Anyway, do you have any ideas?"
"Oh, about Aimar?"
"Yeah."
Hmm...
'I don't know how I should convince him.'
For the last five minutes, she'd been bombarding me with her problem.
Long story short: she wants Aimar as her dance partner but is too afraid to ask, worried he'll reject her.
So, she is asking me to work as a wingman and pair them up.
'But how should I?'
I rubbed the back of my neck, pondering. Truthfully, I had no idea.
I wasn't sure Aimar even knew about her feelings—pretty sure he was completely clueless.
Bitch is fucking clueless.
I glanced at Elise, who was practically vibrating with impatience.
