Chapter 17: Dessy's power

Dessy

Sometimes I don't understand the tastes and hobbies of the crowd. They like parties under the spotlight which is the opposite of me. I'm not allergic to different types of lights but to their different colors and messy movements, yes. Once they hit my eyes, I immediately see different colors of luminosity in darkness. How can they enjoy such an annoying thing? It's ruining my eyesight.

"Are you sleeping?"

My eyes opened automatically when I felt the warmth of Lucas' breath on my ear. I slowly looked at him to give an answer by shaking my head. I said, "I hate spotlights."

Resting my elbow on the single leg round table, I took the wine that Adam was handing me, taking Lucas' place who was standing next to me. Lucas moved in front of me causing me to shot a dagger look to Adam.

Since he has a visual acuity, he noticed what I did causing him to ask, "What?"

I scolded, "I know your parents raised you with a purpose, don't waste it."

He's not an imbecile, he immediately understood wh