Am I sweet now?

"Do you really want to go to the concert?"

Dinner for the four of them ended quickly, and as Angel turned her head, she saw Sam still examining the two concert tickets.

She didn't think this rascal had any artistic gene, let alone germ.

How to put it, this kind of thing should be an innate quality, not something that can suddenly appear overnight.

"Well, we have nothing else to do, so why not check it out?" Sam said with a smile as he turned to her.

Angel squinted her eyes.

"So, you think being alone with me is boring, and that's why you decided to go to the concert?"

Sam was taken aback.

"Where did you get that conclusion? Being with you, anywhere is fine. In other words, as long as you're there, even a garbage dump feels like a garden."

Saying such things, Sam could now do it without blushing or skipping a beat, as if it were a natural instinct.

Angel flashed a charming smile.