“Vilea Reneschea. I love you."

My eyes widened, as if a sledgehammer hit my heart hard when I heard his statement just now. His sharp eyes made me melt. I felt something sweet rustle in my chest. Wait! He must be playing me, one more time, I guess.

"Lies," I argued, narrowing my eyes in disbelief.

Key smiled lopsidedly, "I'm not lying, I'm serious. I've liked you for a long time."

"Since when?"

His eyes narrowed, looking thoughtful as he searched the outline of the essay, "Since... your drink spilled on my shirt."

"Lies. At that time you even shouted at me," I explained, smiling wryly. "No need to lie,"...