The girl giggled. "Now, my question."
She breathed out a shaky breath.
"Are you afraid of relationships?"
Averie deliberated.
"What kind?" he asked.
"The romantic kind, of course."
"Does it look like I am afraid to you?"
"It feels like you don't want to commit to anything."
"Well, I do hate being tied down. And love is a hypocrite. Unlike lust, it isn't straightforward. It's extremely emotionally exhausting."
"You don't find yourself lonely?"
"Loneliness isn't that bad when you have things to do."
"Like?"
"Trolling people."
The night was getting colder.
Ellie shivered and leaned against her friend.
"You've learned to be shameless," the diabolical actor said.
She smirked. "You don't seem to mind."
He didn't.
He had always been a sinful man, and if anything, he liked this Ellie than the one who always seemed unsure.
"You can ask now."
Averie turned his head to her.
"What do you want from me?"
"I don't know."
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