Tell Me

"What do you mean you knew and you're used to it?"

I asked him. I've already finished my food and here we are, still having this casual conversation in the middle of the night.

Talking to him feels like time wasn't running. I'm not sleepy at all. It feels like I had so much time talking to him like this.

The more that I've got to know him, the more I realized that I like him as a person. I like his personality.

At first, I admit that I judged him as a rude and arrogant one. But this time, I know that he isn't. He's nice and easy to talk with.

"Nothing. Forget about what I said."

He said. He looked embarrassed about something.

"Oh, come on. Tell me. What's with that phrase?" I insisted.

"I said nothing." He said.

"I feel that there's something behind what you said. Tell me. Tell me now." I said.

I didn't know that I'm this persistent, really.

"Once you remember everything, you'll knew."

He said. I rolled my eyes.