That night, after we returned, Miss May was still not back. The dinner was my treat. During dinner, I gave Miss May a call as I thought of waiting for her. However, Miss May asked me not to wait for her as the exhibition was not over yet. I decided to forget it. “Let’s eat. We don’t have to wait for her,” I said. “What’s going on?” Zach asked, “She’s not eating?” “She said she’s not done yet,” I replied. “What time is it already? She’s still not done?” Mark asked, “I don’t believe. James, maybe she’s dating her old flame.” “Stop bullsh*tting!” Luther shouted, “You always like to think too much. It could be purely and simply because she’s passionate about art. You’re young, how come your thinking is so filthy?” Unexpectedly, Luther stood up and spoke for me. I quickly chipped in, “Exactly.” Luther turned to me and said, “James, don’t listen to him. You’ll be fine. But somehow, I feel that something’s wrong with your hair.” Looking stunned, I touched my hair. “What’s
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