"What's wrong with kissing my own girlfriend?"
The man uttered such self-defense with undeterred confidence. His voice sounded as though they were talking about a matter-of-fact thing. It was even more baffling to the rest of them how natural he seemed while claiming the woman he had scorned just a few days ago as his lover.
Is he sane? That was Valeria's first thoughts as she ogled the high and mighty man who had just finished tidying himself up. Every action of his from buttoning his shirt to pulling down his sleeves reeked of elegance as well as arrogance, and so was his declaration.
In Valeria's eyes, rather than being swooned by the romance, she felt like smacking the man's head instead. The confession absolutely lacked affection and sounded like a sovereign claiming his dominion over a conquered region. The tone of his voice was far from humble, and the timing was arbitrary as well.