Anabelle's Real Problem.
"Ren,I might sound selfish, but would you help me mend things with my friends?" Anabelle asked,
"Nope." I know I sound like a jerk, but I have a reason.
An abrupt surprise was written all over Anabelle's face. She did not anticipate this brazen of a response from me, nor did I want to give one, but in this kind of circumstance, I am powerless to intervene.
"I see." Anabelle suddenly fell silent as she turned her attention to the coffee mug in front of her.
"I believe I should leave at this time," After digging around in her handbag for a moment, Anabelle pulled out a silver coin and set it down on the desk.
"I appreciate the coffee." After saying this, she stood up, turned around, and started to walk away.
"Sit down." I noted this while grabbing her wrist.
"Huh?" Finally, Anabelle turned to face me.