How About Being My Girlfriend?

Ann tightened her grip on the plastic cup, and the water in the cup rippled.

Fred recalled what Phillip said that day with a gloomy face, and Fred's eyes lit up with interest.

"He told me that you are his woman. He doesn't like you getting too close to anyone other than him. So, I asked for your opinion in front of him."

Ann recalled the Enzo Ferrari that stopped at the door of the hot pot shop that day and the inexplicable message.

Her heart seemed to be divided into two extremes, burning warmly on one side, but cold like an ice cave on the other.

Fred stood up and walked up to Ann. He raised his hand to take away the deformed cup in Ann's hand and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Ann, I remember you telling me that you have already broken up."

There was still water on Ann's palm.

"But he still loves you, and you haven't forgotten him either."

Fred's simple and direct words caused Ann, who had been silent all this time, to collapse instantly.