Diane’s P.O.V.

Lorenz’s face was so serious in front of his laptop while his fingers seemed to be in a rush while typing on its keys. He looked impatient as fine wrinkles could be seen on his forehead, and he was also biting his lower lip. For some time, he would also brush his hair up using his left hand while his right was navigating the mouse pad.

He was so preoccupied at the moment—to the point that he did not even notice me. That was when I strode near my gay best friend, and with my free hand, I suddenly slapped him over the shoulder, making him lean forward...