That afternoon, the corridor of the sports department building was deserted. Many students have returned home because today their class finished early. However, there are still some new students who are still hanging around.
During the trip Michael closed his mouth tightly, he made no sound at all. He just grabbed Gabby's hand and led him down the stairs.
When the two teenagers reached the basement by themselves, Gabby released Michael's handrails. She stood in front of the man, holding Michael by the wrist.
"... Hey," Gabby looked away, looking at the hand that was wrapped around Michael's wrist, "What's wrong with you?"
Before Michael had time to reply to Gabby's question, the woman had continued to say, "Michael, are you angry with me?"
"Angry?" Michael frowned, his voice calm, like running water, "Why should I be angry?"