Gigi Problems
Ring stared out the window of his vehicle as it drove away. His eyes focused on Tone. Watching him get into his car, but before he could see what Tone would do, the van had passed the point of the visibility of the front of his apartment building. He leaned back into the leather with a heavy sigh.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood."
Ring looked up at Jennie.
"Ah, no, it's okay, P'Jennie." Ring lied to his new manager. She had been with them for a full month and a half now, but he still didn't feel comfortable letting anyone know about his eternal rival or his walled-off feelings.
'Tone, you are the bane of my existence, an utter nuisance. Any time we run into each other, it is like fire meeting gasoline.'
'But still... What right do I have to be mad? I owe you more than words can ever repay. I owe you everything, yet have given nothing in return.'