Silo peeked inside the reading hall where everyone was throwing lines at each other. His eyes searched for Lola, only to catch her seated right next to Slater. Slater had his hand cupped against his cheek, his entire focus on Lola.
"..." Silo's mouth fell open in disbelief, shaking his head.
Oh, god. I know they were already living together, but… how could he just smile at her like that when she's like that?
Since Lola and Slater were seated side by side, doing a comparison was hard to avoid. The man was beaming, the air around him warm and bright. His face angelic and with that charming smile—even Silo felt like he would squeal.
And then, there was Lola—the total opposite.
The stark contrast of their aura and demeanor, their faces and such, was just too ridiculous to ignore. But that wasn't Silo's concern.
"I can't let this go on," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "As her friend, I can't let her go astray."
