a Love Story ⑶ They exited the school in swarms of students who were laughing and chit-chatting, barging into whoever infront of them. Gingerly, they made a tortuous way through the jubilant crowds. "Never know what they are so excited about, huh?" Marinne said with a weary smile. "Not that I am concerned, but I think some of them are just pretending to be joyful, or showing whoever would care to see that they are normal, that they have friends." Ruby's tone was impassive, what hidden under her expression was indecipherable. "Was that jealousy I heard? It feels like you are envying them because they have something you don't have," Marinne quipped. "Why? If now you want to say you are not my friend, you'd break my heart," replied with a mild grin. Although she clearly understood it was a joke, the thought that Ruby would be heart-broken because of Marinne brought a sense of happiness to her. "Then you'd better try hard not to trigger me, or maybe one day I will leave you alone to suffer from social discomfort." "You know I cannot do that with a vicious tongue of mine," Ruby said, "or have you forgot?" Of course Marinne did not forget, instead, all the details of their first conversation were etched in her mind.