The Weekend Trip(III)
When Elsa scoffed, Owen shrugged his shoulders. "What? You don't believe me—"
Without letting him finish, Elsa grabbed his collar and dragged him to a corner.
"Hey—this is a new shirt." He complained as he removed her hand from his collar. "There is a much better and polite way to do this, okay?"
"Do you think I care?" She crossed her arms in the front as she glared at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Owen shrugged. "Stop it, you are freaking me out."
"Owen, what are you doing?"
"Nothing."
Elsa kept staring at him without saying anything. She knew he was up to something but she couldn't put a finger on it yet.
"This is the first time you have brought a woman in our group and that too for a trip," she remarked. "So you want me to believe that it's nothing?"
"She is not my girlfriend if that's what you are trying to say," he explained.