I believe in you

"Why will you think it's creepy? I'm only happy that I got to sit on your chair. Is there anything wrong with that?" I furrow my brows at him.

"Nothing." He leaned close to me, with his face a hair breath from mine. " I just love the expression on your face. Creepy sure suits you."

"Only you will think such a thing, Mar. there is no way looking creepy can suit someone."

"It does." He looked serious. The expression on his face left no room for arguments.

However, I won't be Osy without an argument, right?

"If you are doubting me, ask clowns. Not all children love them."

"But there are some who love them." Mar pecked me in my mouth, "trust me on this, Osy. It only takes a creepy person to know how good a creepy person looks."

Someone knocked on the door, and it caused Mar to straighten. He sat on the table before he called out for the person to enter, with his back to the door.