By this time, Otto and Oslo had gathered quite a bit of audience, with some people following behind and even taking videos with their phones.
"Excerpt #2—"
Oslo grabbed the red head's arm, pulling him back. "What is it?"
"Are you going with Drake?" the blonde asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"We're just friends going out on a drink," Ansel said, looking at him with cool eyes. "It's my birthday, after all. I'd like to spend it with friends.
"Either way, it's not your concern, right?"
"I'm sorry, I just—" Oslo paused, looking at him. "Can't we… can't we just return to how we were?"
Ansel pried his arm away, though it was not easy. Instead, he turned to look at the other's orbs—deep blue eyes that one wanted to drown in—but this time he refused to succumb.
"No, I had poured my heart out," he said. "You will not be stomping on it again."
But Ansel was much weaker than the level 30 Oslo.
The blonde pulled him back, and he leaned down in an attempt to capture his lips.
