Mel's feet tapped lightly on the ground, her hand covering her teasing, mischievous grin.
"Rosana... I didn't expect you to be that sort of person..."
Mel shook her head, then sighed exaggeratedly.
"To think you're so frustrated over a loss... how unexpected of you."
Rosana raised a brow; her questioning look burrowed into Mel despite the distance.
Then, her lips curled up. "Frustrated? What could you be talking about?"
Oh. Playing into my trick intentionally, I see?
"That hum just now."
Mel loosely pointed at Rosana, her index finger sneakily twirling.
"What could you be thinking otherwise? It can't be pettiness over a loss, right?"
Just as Rosana processed a witty retort, a refreshing echo coursed through Rosana's veins.
Her raised brows lowered to a slight frown, a little perturbed at her body being invaded by a strange sense.
Yet as she glanced at Mel's twirling index finger again, they rose back to a flat line of ease.
