"Come on, just tell me!" The petite blonde exclaimed as she followed the annoyed young man down the stairs and into the hallway.
"Misa, my orientation is none of your concern." He stopped, his hands buried inside the pockets of his jeans.
He turned to face her.
"Why? It's a simple question, do you or do you not like girls?"
"Why are you so bothered by an aswer?" He asked, letting his emotions get the better of him.
"I just want to know."
"Is it because you have strong emotions for me?" He stared at her.
"What? Eww, no."
He studied her intensely, she started to feel uncomfortable by his gaze.
"Are you nervous?" He asked,
"N-No." She lied.
Misa threw her hands on her hips.
"Are you nervous?"
"No, just irriatated."
She glared.
"So, does the question irritate you or do I?"
He began studying her again.
"Right now? The question."
She laughed, walking closer her pig tails swishing back and forth.
"It's no big deal! Do you like boys or girls?"
He walked over, and wrapped his arms around her waist before leaning in and kissing her.
Misa, who was shocked stood still. He broke the kiss and smirked.
"Does that answer your question?" The smirking detective walked over to the elevator, leaving his female friend in a confused daze.