“What are we waiting for?”
Charlie looked at her, puzzled.
Candice’s heart was racing at 180 bpm, to the point it was affecting her ability to think and speak. She was afraid that if she didn’t say something now, something might really happen that would cause endless trouble later. But she was also afraid she’d mess it up with too many words. So she decided to go with the simplest and clearest approach.
She took a deep breath and then braced herself.
“…Can we do this without responsibilities?”
Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly.
Who said this woman was timid?
She had guts—more than enough.
After she spoke, he didn’t say a word. He just looked at her, silently, for so long that Candice felt like a whole century had passed. Long enough for mushrooms to grow on them both.
“…Alright.”
Finally, Charlie spoke, nodding seriously.
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