Chapter 38

ISLA thought that they will just spend their day after class inside the coffee shop but here they are, arguing about what to wear because Becca wants to go to the bar and get tipsy. "I'm good with my dress. If you disagree then I will not come-" "Fine! I just want to dress you up-" "Like what are you thinking? I know you will be leaving sooner yet do you have to act childishly?" she asked which makes Becca pout her lips. Becca glared at her and then rolled her eyes. "K. dot. Let's go then," Becca uttered and started to walk her way toward the door. She can't help but shake her head and followed after she locked their unit. "You're being unexplainable, Becca." Becca stopped and turned to her. "I'm sorry, Isla. I don't know what's wrong with me," she pressed her lips, seems like she was holding a smile or a laugh. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and arched her brow. "You're really pulling a joke on me, huh?" Becca looked away. "Seriously, Becca?" she shook her head.