"I don't understand... I just don't understand!"
I just smiled at the girl next to me, her body almost trembling with anger at the question.
"You're lacking, you don't understand the logic. That's why you don't understand."
The girl fixed her gray eyes angrily on mine.
"Paul."
"Yes, Clara."
"Sometimes... you act like my brother."
The smile on my face became awkward.
"Excuse me?"
"He keeps smiling and trying to help me with everything."
"Doesn't that make him a good brother?"
Clara narrowed her eyes and pouted.
"I guess it does."
"Then I'd like to meet him."
At my words, she sat up quickly and smiled.
"But I don't think you'd really want to meet him."
She looked as if she was talking about a difficult task.
"Why not?"
"His mood can change very quickly and if he misunderstands you, he might go off on you."