“HUH?!!!” The shocked one yelled aloud, drawing every eye in the café to their table, troubling Maysa to bow her head as an apology to the other guests. Then she turned back at him again, before landing a fist on his round head one time.
“What did you yell for? Uncle Wiroch?!” She scolded.
“Leave my father alone.” He creased his mouth. “Wait, hold on, what does this mean?! Na has a crush on your friend? He knows you outside the game, too? I'm so confused right now.”
“No, it’s not like that!” The small voice drawled wearily. “This girl is Wisana’s real-life friend. And I just met him later in the game.”
“Oh.”
“And I have to remind you that she can’t know that Vincent is actually Wisana.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s just your bro. He doesn’t want his friends to know that he plays the game, too. And I have to skip that detail because it’s so nonsense that I don’t want to talk about it again.”
“What?!” The curious one was fully doubted.