Jasmine Yale padded across the carpet and ran into the bedroom to call him.
Riceball also hopped up, following her.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Nothing, just missing you." Jasmine Yale stood by the window, her face blushing.
"It's not like we've known each other for just a day or two, what's there to miss."
"Don't you miss me? You don't miss me?"
"..."
"Just now, I was playing with yarn with Butler Santana, I'm knitting a scarf for you. You said you threw away the last one."
"Oh."
"Later, I'll make some desserts. Don't you like the desserts I make? Remember the time back in Cakago, you went to buy breakfast with me every day."
"You still remember that?"
"How could I not remember, I was actually quite happy during that time." If it weren't for his absence on his birthday back then, she might have been happier.
"Nothing else you want to tell me?"
"When are you coming back?"
"Tonight."
"Why are you being so cold, I miss you."
"Grow up."
