“Tyrone, are plans of matrimony with Miss Chavez in the air?" Tyrone responded with detached indifference, his words carrying a hint of reproach.

“I have a preference for individuals who respect personal boundaries."

Narnie's complexion paled and she hastened to clarify, “I didn't mean..

Yet, before she could complete her sentence, Tyrone cast a chilly, dismissive glance in her direction, silencing her abruptly.

Unexpectedly, a stranger extended a friendly hand to pat Tyrone's shoulder from behind.