Confronted with the skepticism in Romeo's increasingly wary gaze, Timothy scrambled for an explanation, "No, no. The girl I'm into is a racer with the Light Fleet! I told you ages ago, I fell for that girl who's a professional racer. Your fiancée isn't a pro, right?"
Though not entirely truthful, as the girl he liked was even more impressive than any professional racer.
"Besides, I went to the race for the girl I like, never expecting her to be a no-show. It was your fiancée who ended up competing, and by sheer chance, I found myself speaking up for her."
Romeo's eyes was a blend of doubt and insight, looking as though he was trying to sift truth from lies.
"It wasn't really just happenstance," Timothy admitted, "Defending your fiancée was also my attempt to impress the girl I adore, to maybe get her to take a shine to me."
"You mentioned that girl is very compassionate," Romeo suddenly said.
