Alana thought. He was seen sitting restlessly while leaning on the bed. His face was downcast. His mind was drifting far away somewhere.

If counted correctly, five days had passed since Ezra confessed his feelings, right on his birthday the other day. And during that time, Alana still hesitated. Until this moment, he had not yet decided what kind of answer he would give Ezra, later.

"Alana, what are you thinking about?"

Busy struggling with her own thoughts and feelings, Alana was not aware of her mother coming to her room. As soon as she heard her name being called, Alana immediately lifted her face and tried to answer with...