Alix didn't bother going out for dinner tonight as she stayed back on her bed, sitting criss-crossed. Her eyes bore into the collage she had prepared, navigating her gaze through the plethora of pictures.
Alix's pictures.
Alix's journey.
Alix's story.
She took her phone and dialed a number.
"Hey Alix, what's up?" Shui asked, surprised to see her call at this time.
"Let's meet."
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Alix offered a bouquet of fresh flowers to Shui and said, "I love you."
"..."
Shui stared at the bouquet, a huge question mark forming on top of her head.
"Alix, are you drunk? How many glasses you gulped down? Tell me the truth."
"I am sober."
"This is not a sober behavior, not from you."
"You know, I didn't give you enough credit. You…" she pointed at her, "You are the smartest in the group."
"I am sorry?"
"You, Jin and I. You are the smartest. Jin and I are the branded idiots," Alix nodded her head in all seriousness.
"...Alix, I am not getting a word you are saying."
