I accept this bet

Sophie believed that everyone's life was like a stage play, each person playing their own protagonist, with varying themes and different characters appearing.

At this moment, she felt like a clown!

Reflecting on the words she had hurled at the male classmate, which were now being echoed back to her, Sophie experienced a sort of epiphany.

It was evident that his pursuit was not motivated by ulterior motives, but simply to remind her she had left her wallet behind.

Her over-sensitivity and the uncontrollable trigger of her inner darkness had prompted a defensive reaction.

Just like the goal she had set for herself: to keep men at bay right from the start.

But what now?

Listening to him repeat her own words almost verbatim...

It was utterly embarrassing, truly mortifying!

Even her usually impeccable persona seemed incapable of withstanding the awkwardness spreading rapidly.