Colin liked lighter food. He didn't like greasy food at all. That small plate of pasta he was eating was just the excuse he used to put himself between Winston and me. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have touched it at all.
That said, he only took two bites before he stopped eating. He already had dinner, so he was full. He just wanted to sit between Winston and me. In other words, he didn't want Winston and me to hang out alone.
I was surprised that the reliable Colin would pull off something childish like this. But I could understand why he did that. Winston wasn't dumb either. As a man, he knew what Colin was doing to him. And he wasn't too pleased to be on the receiving end.
After all, he did go out to buy me a sumptuous meal. But now, the mood was ruined because of Colin. I ate a lot of food until I felt bloated. Then, I returned to my easel stand to continue painting.
When I was done, the moon and the stars had already come out to greet me. I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost 10:00 pm, two hours later than when I had planned to leave.
I massaged my stiff neck and looked around. Snarkily, Colin told me that there was no point looking around as Winston had left. His tone was rude and impatient.
Looking around Crystal House was just a simple habit. After all, I had been painting here with Winston for nearly two weeks now. I wasn't trying to look for Winston or anyone. Why was he so petty? Urgh.
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