I heard a soft laugh in front of me.
"Ah, sorry, it is just amusing to see a girl not caring about her diet," Seiichi said in between his chuckles.
I look down at the foods suited on the table. A plate of spaghetti and a piece of fried chicken, fruit salad and a glass of iced tea. I still expect a cup of pistachio ice cream later.
A pink hue paints on my cheeks when I realized what he was talking about. I, then, pouted, "At least I am not those girls who only know about make ups and stuff." I stabbed a cherry with my fork and raised it, ready to eat it.
"You know, you have pasta sauce on your lips."
And before I realized it, a pair of lips came upon mine.