Can I have your number?

Miguel has been acting weird for the past two weeks now. He seems absent-minded most of the time, and that wasn't too difficult to notice since I'm the type who's observant of their surroundings. Though I wanted to ignore him, I couldn't do that.

It's unlike him to ignore me. He hasn't called me to the room and he doesn't bother me as much as he did before. He just changed.

“Is anything bothering you?” I softly asked him as I sat on the cushion opposite the one he was sitting on.

“Do I look like a bothered person?” He snapped at me. His eyes narrowed until I couldn't see his pupils.

“No, you don't.” I forced a smile, “I was just asking because I'm worried about you. That's all.”

It's not as if I have another person to be worried about. He's the only one besides Star, who I'm close to —albeit not as close as we should be.

“You're worried about me?” He scoffed. “Take that your worry, and shove it wherever suits you, I want nothing of that sort.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“You….”

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