I want to be a mystery

"You are mine," he said again. 

 

"You already said that," she sounded annoyed. 

 

"Are you annoyed at yourself for what you told Lope?" He knew her. 

 

"I don't know what you did to me tonight. I've been acting weird," she frowned at him. "It's not me," she stated. 

 

"Really?" He touched her kitty with his index finger. "Really, Adalyn?" 

 

She was quiet because she didn't expect him to do that to her again. 

 

"You already know about me. I'm not mysterious anymore," she sounded like a child. 

 

"Baby, you wanted to be mysterious?" He was amazed. 

 

"You always have a story. You are a mystery while I'm just a poor unlucky girl who has character problems," she looked away.