“Ice cream during winter? Seriously?”

Khalil Ying sighed and shook his head, watching as you skipped your way to a mini ice cream booth nearby like a little bunny. He followed and trailed behind you, nuzzling half of his bottom face in the scarf which was wrapped around his neck, hands deep inside the pockets of his jacket to stay warm.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

Khalil sarcastically said, a hint of a mocking tone lacing his words as he stood behind you while you were ordering, light blue eyes looking down at you with combinations and mixtures of emotions and a small smile plastered on his face hidden by the scarf.

Khalil and you were inseparable, literally super glued skin to skin. You two would be seen everywhere and anywhere—malls, in school, either of your houses, you name it. You could be anywhere and he’ll still be able to find you, vice versa.

And this fact doesn’t help with the dating rumors, not at all—matter of fact, it just continues to spread throughout the school and nearby neighborhoods like an international virus. But despite this, you and Khalil don’t do anything about it.

After all, where you go, is where he goes.