Friz asks. Blue is irritated by its presence but he still tries to consume his food in front of his mom.

"You've known my son for a long time?"

"Ah no. Just recently."

"Mom, enough with that. I don't care about him. I'm done. Thanks for the dinner."

Blue got up and quickly went to their house.

"Auntie, it's true what Blue said. We're not that kind of thing. We're just schoolmates. Thank you for dinner."

Friz bowed slightly in gratitude and stood up carrying what he was eating from the sink.

"Friz."

"Yes?"

"I know my son. He maybe isn't interested in you right now. But I know you'll...