Your promise...
"You always sweet talk your way out of everything..." Rumi mumbled, but her eyes were filled with affection as she leaned into me. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, the tension between us building as we slip away from the work atmosphere. We could now focus on ourselves and nothing else.
"Does that bother you, Rumi? Should I be stiff with how I talk to you? For example, like a proper junior when I just joined the club." I leaned in closer, my voice teasing her.
"That would be weird, shameless guy. You've never acted like a proper junior at all. If anything, you keep on angering me every time you're around." Rumi playfully poked my cheek as her eyes fluttered while remembering the past. But despite her words, I could sense the sweet tone lying beneath it. This girl had grown to like me. Just like how I also ended up falling for her.
Now, we needed no confirmation anymore, she just wanted me to pay more attention to her, inside and outside of our club.