"This guy's dream girl is already someone else."

The young men sputtered into silence and all turned to Hutton in unison.

"What does she mean, Hutton?"

Hutton flushed and cleared his throat.

“Stop it, Rosalynn. No matter what happens, you will always be my dream girl."

Such flattery, she couldn't help but Laugh.

“ALL right, my dearest Little boy. Please stop with your cheesy Lines now."

Hutton pouted.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped calling me that."

His friends didn't miss a beat and immediately chimed in.

"Well, if Hutton doesn't want to be called Rosalynn's little boy, then I will volunteer myself! Please call me by that Lovely nickname!"

“No, Rosalynn, pick me! I swear, I am the more obedient that all of these idiots."

“Rosalynn, please take me into consideration as well!"

Hutton pulled her behind him in a huff.

"Go away! You are all older than Rosalynn, how dare you ask to be called her Little boy? You'll only take advantage of her! Just quit it already; she's mine!”

“Huh? But she said it herself; she is no Longer your dream girl."

“That's right, Hutton. How did you come to change your mind, anyway?"

"Oh, I'm getting the feeling that something happened that Hutton doesn't want to tell us.”

“Look, Look! There are hickeys on the side of his neck!"

Hutton grew silent and turned even redder.

Rosalynn watched them Laugh and tease each other, feeling in high spirits herself. Their playful banter was amusing.

She could tell that these people were all fun and easygoing.