so, what's the point? here i am, sitting in front of him, listening to his stories, laughing at his jokes—being a perfect partner when he's bored. well, it's not change anything at all. he might has a girlfriend, a crush, a lover, but it's definitely-surely-certainly not me.

"You okay? Stop drinking, your face were already looks so red." He said, taking the glass at my hand and put it aside.