Tim Payne frowned, "What's the deal with Michale Shaw? When did he start fancying Sussie?"
Finn Hale remained silent.
Meanwhile, Michale Shaw was holding roses, smiling as if he were basked in the spring breeze, but what Sussie Lopez said next was like a cold bucket of water dumped over him, "Thanks for your kindness, but I'm really sorry, I can't accept these flowers."
"Why? Aren't you single?"
"Because I don't like you."
"..."
Michale Shaw was stunned.
"How can you know you don't like me when you don't even know me?"
"Because you're simply not my type."
"What type do you like?"
"Talented ones."
That comment took Michale Shaw aback.
Talented?
Why did he feel like Miss Lopez was indirectly calling him dumb?
"Maybe if we spend more time together, you'll find out I'm not bad," Michale Shaw persisted, following the example of Isaac Shea's relentless pursuit.
"I think people's preferences, just like their taste in aesthetics, are hard to change."