And now, for Rosalie, he wanted me—the girl whose ticket they threw away, who might've been forced to stand seven or eight hours on the train—to return early just to hold seats for the two of them?
My silence must have sounded like hesitation to him. Or worse—agreement.
"See? This way you won't be bored at home alone, and you'll be helping us too. Killing two birds with one stone, right?"
"If Rosalie finds out, she'll definitely be happy. Once her mood improves, she'll do much better on her next exam."
I forced down the wave of nausea rising in my throat.
If I tore off the mask now, I wouldn't get to witness the rest of their little performance.
Lowering my voice deliberately, I said, "...Alright. I get it. You two... have fun."
The moment I gave in, Kervin's tone turned outright cheerful, as though he had just solved a huge problem.
"That's my girl! Danna, you're always the most understanding."
"So it's settled then—you'll handle the seats for us. Preferably by the window, somewhere airy. Rosalie likes those spots."
"When we're back, I'll take you to that restaurant you've been wanting to try."
He even remembered to specify her seating preferences.