She didn't respond to that.
But she still thought about it deeply as she unlocked the door to her apartment.
"Oh, am I actually in a girl's house?"
"Are you 12? Here, just lay on the couch."
"I'm banished to the couch…"
She rolled her eyes as John sighed, lowering him onto the cushions.
Maybe I would mess things up."
"..."
She was silent, but after a while, John asked.
"Did you want me to talk to them?"
"Well…"
Her voice was unusually soft, yet filled with emotion that threatened to burst.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped off the arm of the chair and kneeled on the floor in front of the couch. Her head leaned on the cushion.
She didn't respond for close to a minute. And when she finally lifted her head, she had a small sorrowful smile.
"I was just… trying to get you a girlfriend. A lot of those chicks come from rich families. They would be good picks."
"...That's true. Not that I care about that."
"Yeah… Promise me something."
She lifted her head and leaned forward.
"I need this, but… Promise me… this will never happen again."
She said that, and after moving forward, she locked her lips with his.