"When you come out to have fun, it depends on your mood. If you think about things while walking, it will be meaningless for us to go out for a walk." Looking at her worried expression, Jacob couldn't help but smile.
"How do you know that I'm thinking about something?" Naomi glared at Jacob. Why was this guy like a mind-reader? How can he guess what others were thinking?
"I can see it. You look ahead and walk forward mechanically. Your eyes are wandering, and your attention is obviously not there. Thus, I think you must be thinking about something." Jacob smiled slightly and said, "You just finished eating, and now you are still thinking about things. Don't you know that you'll get indigestion if you do this?"
"It's all your fault. Chafles, if it wasn't for you giving me so much food, I would've made the arrangements by now," Naomi said somewhat angrily.