The Boy Next to Me

20

Looking at Patrick in a suit and leather shoes, I couldn't help but wonder who was more formal.

I lifted my dress and tiptoed to Patrick.

"How do I look?"

I didn't expect him to stare at me seriously for a while, and his tone was very firm. "You look great!"

I wanted to tease him, but now I was a little shy.

"You just need one more thing."

He touched his chin and pretended to be thoughtful.

"Huh? What?"

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed my head with a cunning smile.

"It's so much better now!"

Then, he quickly ran away.

"Patrick!"

We were fighting all the way, and we were almost late.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we looked at each other.

We felt embarrassed because Frederick and the others dressed casually.

Although they had dressed up carefully, in comparison, they made Patrick and I seem very naive.

Frederick was a little surprised when he saw us.

He even turned around and covered his mouth, trying hard not to laugh.