Quarrel, II

I gazed at Soobin. 

She was taking in the sight of Luke, Crista, Ren, and Siera chattering with each other.

She was sitting on a chair with her right elbow against the table's surface, her head resting on her palm.

She is probably feeling a sense of loneliness taking over her.

It was quiet and calm for so long, over two weeks at that. And now, our party is back together even louder than before.

I slowly approached her, "Welp, we loners are going to continue being loners for a while, huh?" 

I said as I sat next to her.

"It is disgusting how fast you pick stuff up." She replied with a look of concern and disgust.

"What do you mean pick stuff up? The fact you're throwing glances towards Luke over and over again?"

"Huh? Shhh," She brought her index finger to the front of her lips, "You really are a cocky brat, aren't you?"

"I mean, it is what it is." I shrugged.