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Ricky

Again, Ricky sucked his breath and scoffed at himself before shaking his head.

"No, it’s nothing." He then rubbed his nape and glanced away.

Noel who’s staring at his behavior began to study his expression. The creased on his brows still persists, however, a sense of attachment is reflected in his blue and gold smeared eyes.

"It's okay if you didn't want to say about it." He spoke before continuing to consume the first half of the burrito and moaned happily again.

"By the way, does that close person of yours have black hair?"

Noel continued, trying to guess about that significant other of his. For some reason, he dislikes the topic, or more like, he had that feeling that something might get exposed by them dragging onto this topic. Yet, it felt like he must go on, he must know of that person that Ricky was always thinking about, given how passionate he thinks of this person.

Ricky flinched and looked away, embarrassed tha