"..."
Cero lay on the sofa.
Roka had left despite the hints. It was now obvious that it wasn't about hinting at it. There was something more to it.
'She asked if I was joking, if I was making fun of her…' Cero stared at the ceiling. 'Now that I think about it, that's how she has been reacting to me for months. Of course, I'm jokingly flirting every time… But I'm still flirting with her. Maybe that's the problem. Joking around with Roka is just joking around. It won't lead to anything more…' He let out a sigh. 'At the same time, did I even want her to accept me? I told myself that I would tell her about the time that I entered the spaceship, but I ended up making jokes when the opportunity presented itself. Admitting that I'm a creep is tough… Especially to someone I like so much.'
