"You left your diary in my house," Alhaitham commented in an oddly casual fashion as he sat in front of you. It would've been fine... if it weren't for the extremely embarrassing entries written on its pages.

"And I read those pages, do you really love me?" He questioned bluntly with his frustratingly unchanging expression.

It didn't help that he completely disregarded the fact that he's totally invaded your privacy.