Bel didn’t know why she agreed to hang out with you today. It was easier to push people away before they decided to leave themselves. Bel only accepted the invitation because she thought you’ll stop pestering her, which she enjoyed to think about. She hated your optimistic and hopeful personality.

“Where are we going?” Bel asks in her usual blunt tone, analysing you from the corner of her eye. You never told her where they’ll be going and although she wouldn’t admit it, was quite curious.