“Go on with the jokes,” I tell Seph. “All the hirit. I can take it.”
“Telling a guy his last name could be Love isn’t so bad.”
“He thought that I was hitting on his sister and then realized I’m actually homophobic.”
Seph blinks.
“So… you’re saying people go to you for flirting advice too?”
I can tell he’s holding in a smile. “You’re proud of that joke, ‘no?”
“Made you laugh,” he points out.
I scowl in defiance.
“What made you nervous anyway? Did Hans say anything weird?”
“Dani said he called me cute.”
“Oh.” His face twists when he realizes I have nothing to add. “… How dare he?”
Seph laughs when I elbow him.
“And for your information, I wasn’t nervous.”
He cocks his head. “So you usually hit on guys through their sister?”
“Moseph, I’m going through a lot right now and talking to guys is the least of my concerns.”
His mouth then bunches to the side. “And where does staying mad at me rank in these concerns?”
“Still top priority.”
The smile on his face fades and I’m surprised he doesn’t reply with a comeback. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Moseph actually looks… affected.
“I thought Auntie Beth wanted to surprise you with her wedding dress,” he explains. “I didn’t know you were going to be hurt—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’m really sorry, Ilagan,” he says, ignoring what Ijustsaid.
I groan. “We’re still talking about this?”
“Yeah, I’m still sorry.”
Seph finally drops the subject after I stop responding. But just when we settle into semi-comfortable silence, he asks, “Are you still mad at me?”
I want to say no, but from the way he’s pouting, it’s like turning down a puppy.
“You really can’t stand people not liking you, huh?”
He shakes his head.
“There are many benefits to you forgiving me.”
I laugh. “Yeah, like what?”
“I can help you with Hans!”
