Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
95: Fighting for the Same Person
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
"Zenneth won't be happy when he finds you're blaming yourself. You're too sensitive, Haz," said Whisk, patting Haz on the shoulder.
"Indeed, as a human being, I'm too sensitive. I always hoped that I wouldn't make the slightest mistake, even if I couldn't do it in the end." Haz's eyes glazed over as he said that.
Whisk immediately stops everything he wants to say or ask. He's quite well versed with Haz's changes. To her, the long-haired woman was too expressive.
It's good to be an expressive person. But not at the same time. For people who are used to living in a state of 'no feelings', numbness, or 'cold', expressive people are very weak. It's just from their point of view.
People have different views. It could be that according to someone expressive people tend to have a very high honesty and very respect for others.
For Whisk himself, he is happy when Haz becomes himself. Being an expressive person. A melancholy and sentimental person. A sincere and humble person.
Nich could only quietly enjoy the dramatic scene that was happening before his own eyes. For some reason, he felt that he could really fall in love with a Hazelia Lify.
Whisk stared intently at Nich as he caught the strange girly that the policeman was revealing. She clearly knows that Nich likes Haz too. In terms of nature of course. Haz's physique wasn't so bad.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" ask Nich. He stared back flat and coldly at the Whisk.
"I won't let you do anything." Whisk said, no less cold than Nich.
They look like rivals who would shake the world just to fight over Haz.
"You two don't have to talk! Whisky Woods, up!" nagged Haz, who was already inside the ambulance.
Whisk smiled faintly at Nich, mocking the policeman. "Hopefully you can get that position as well, Nicholas Qet Farnaz." He climbed into the ambulance and the back door of the ambulance closed, leaving Nich's irritated face behind him.
Whisky Woods, you think you'll be better than me? Let's compete. Whatever it is, inner Nich.
"What did you talk to Nicholas about?" ask Haz.
Whisk looked at Haz and shook his head, then he smiled. "There's nothing. Just a little misunderstanding" he replied.
Haz looked at Whisk with a suspicious look, then he rolled his lazy eyeball and nodded in understanding. Actually, he wants to know. However, he can also and highly value the privacy of others.
The little chuckled whiskey looked at Haz's inquisitive face which was extremely adorable. He just doesn't want to split Haz's focus. It was enough for a long-haired woman to be dizzy because she liked it.
Let's say that Whisk is selfish, but, so much better. She doesn't have to tell Haz that Nich likes her. It would only be a burden on the mind of the woman he liked. After all, the reddish-browed man would not be willing if Haz had to think of others as well.
"You're so weird today" Haz chirped as he stared at the Whisk. "Or, rather, after your little conversation with Nicholas Qet Farnaz."
"really? My mood is good, also bad at the same time."
