Lance hadn't heard a peep from Bettie for quite a long time. He turned his head to see what she was doing, only to find her staring at his wallpaper absentmindedly. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly withdrew his gaze. He cleared his throat to break the silence and reminded her, "Why haven't you called Sabrina yet?"

“I'm calling her now." Bettie's lips curved into a self-deprecating smile as she shook herself from her reverie. "Lance."

"What?"

"Why were you so bumpkin back then? What made me fall in love with you then? I still can't figure it out."

A scoff escaped Lance's lips. "Well, you were the same back then."