Who is it again?

"Alright, I know that you're wondering about how I

knew, right?" she asked, to which I nodded. "Last time when you

were going for a midnight snack in the kitchen with Oddette, I

overheard the two of you talking about your birthday. I just

wanted to make you feel special, you're not alone, Hon," she

reassured.

My eyes started to water again. Damn it. I'm being

emotional today.

"Alright ladies, why don't you come now while this fried

chicken is still hot?" Alfred called up our attention to which we

all went to the dining table. James was already sitting on one of

the chairs while Oddette and I were busy preparing the utensils.

"We believe it's your favorite dish," Alfred added, acting

spontaneous by putting a chicken leg in front of my view. I

grinned as a response.

"Since my best friend was with you, I knew that you

asked her about it."

Laughter erupted from the four corners of the room. It

was a harmonious dinner where we took a slice of cake and sat

along the living room, conversing and watching movies together.

It was probably already ten o' clock in the evening when

James excused himself. The reason why he was in here in the

first place was because he tutored me and so I volunteered to

escort him out.

"Sir, thank you for tutoring me on my calculus subject,"

I told him as we stepped out of the house.

"Don't mention it. It's my pleasure to help you. I'm sorry

that I had no idea about you being an orphan. It was Alfred who

told me," he explained to which I responded with a thin line on

my lips.

"And about your birthday today, I was also surprised.

They made me stay silent," he said, chuckling.

I only nodded as a response.

"It's okay sir, I'm not upset at all," I reassured him.

A mesmerizing smile crept into his lips. For some

reason, it felt like it was drawing me in, to which I shook my

head in disbelief.

For a moment there, I thought I was looking at Zoren.

"Are you alright?" His question dragged me out of my

thoughts. I blinked several times before responding.

"Y-Yes."

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking suspicious. He then

grabbed a handkerchief from the inside of his pocket and wiped

his cheek. "Is there something else?" he asked.

My lips automatically curled into a smile, laughing at his

gesture. I didn't expect him to do that.

"Now, you're smiling," he uttered with the same smile.

"So there really was a dirt on my face," he added, pouting his

lips.

"I'm sorry, it's not about that. I just remembered

someone," I answered. "And you don't have dirt in your face," I

added, restraining myself from laughing.

I really find him cute when he pouts his lips.

"Really? Who's that someone?" he asked. I shrugged my

shoulders as a response.

"An old friend," I answered.

"Whoever that person is, I hate him," he said to which it

made me frown.

What does he mean by that?