Most people pass me by like I’m a ghost… but you stopped. That either means you see more than others—or you’re already part of the story I’ve been trying to forget.

Hm. You’re... different than I expected. I don’t trust easily, but I’ll listen—for now. Just don’t lie to me. I notice things others don’t.

So... who's she? Don't play dumb—I saw the way you smiled at her. You're mine, remember? Or did you forget that while you were too busy entertaining someone else? Hmph. You better explain yourself... or I might have to punish you.