Different Marks, Different Impressions

"Uh, okay. You can count on me!" Bo Ling gave a thumbs-up and managed a grin as he pulled out his phone, he was quick to respond to his friend's demand but still his forehead creased together as he gave them a more serious look. Something that one wouldn't expect from a usually jovial young man, "But are you sure that you don't need someone like me to go with the two of you girls?"

Ning Bi raised a brow at him, "What are we? Five year old kids? We can manage on our own, let's go Chan Lee." The long dark haired young woman began her way down the corridor without even awaiting anything else nor even bidding her friend goodbye. It seemed that in their trio, it was quite apparent to anyone who she favored more.