Christopher blew out air, his hands on his hips. He directed his gaze at Brad and met his piercing glare.
"What was that?" Brad asked furiously. "You are angry because she came to me for suggestions!"
"Forget it." Christopher waved his hand dismissively. He was too tired of arguing with him and was about to leave.
"No, no… wait a moment." Brad came over to him, his curious gaze fixed on his face as if studying him. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Hah…" Christopher chuckled. "Certainly not."
"Nah… I can see it." Brad pointed at his face. "You are falling for her," he murmured in a trance, his eyes narrowing.
"You are wrong. Stop making assumptions. How can I possibly fall in love with her?"
"You are in love with her. Now I get it…" Brad smirked and nodded knowingly. "Everything is crystal clear to me."