My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Dahlia's gaze fell upon me. She pursed her lips, looking a little disdainful.

After a few bites of food, I lost my appetite. Naomi proposed going to the second floor for karaoke.

Everyone agreed. After all, they'd missed it every day, while abroad in Europe. When they returned home, there's no way they wouldn't indulge in some karaoke!

The second floor was an entertainment space with a big billiards table in the middle, surrounded by private rooms for singing. The purpose of this design was to consider those that didn't like singing. They could come out to play billiards, which was less rowdy.

"I'm pretty tone-deaf. I can't sing or dance. I can't even rap."

Dahlia was quite similar to me in this regard. She didn't know how to do any of it, but perhaps she did not enjoy such activities either.

After all, nightlife as such may be frowned upon by those with staunch religious beliefs.

After sitting in the private room for a while, I felt a little bored, so I found an excuse to leave.

signaling me to leave, so that she and

coming tonight. He had probably been provoked by something. He would

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room, I saw a group of men gathering to play

billiards

to do, so I found a place to sit down,

someone sat next to me.

I hadn't talked to her much. When I saw her beside me, I was

know that man just now?" she asked, sitting next to me with

was not looking at me at all. She was looking at

That man?

about Hendrix. I curled my lips

needs to get over them. I can get over what happened in Myanway, but you have to remember that

thought for a moment,