Amelia looked at the man before her and pressed her lips into a thin line.
According to her memories, Ryan was the most reasonable one among them. He was a person with a high intellect who loved spending time reading about research and unfolding himself in new innovations.
How could a person as intellectual as him act so unreasonable?
"What do you want from me?" Amelia asked when she had no choice. The third lecture had ended, and the man showed no interest in leaving her alone.
Ryan just smiled before shaking his head.
"I want to be your friend," Ryan said.
Amelia, who was packing her belongings, stopped for a second.
"A friend?" she whispered, barely audible.
Want to be her friend? A friend? The word felt heavy on her tongue, as if she was forced to say a foreign word with a different accent.
Did she ever have a friend? Amelia racked her brains to see if anyone was close to her that she could call a friend.
