"Are you coming with me, Sharik?" asked Felicia, just moments before she was to be sworn in as a student executive.
At that moment, Sharik's face lit up with a big smile. The prospect of joining the student executive filled him with excitement. Envisioning himself clad in student executive uniform and exuding confidence in front of others sparked a sense of exhilaration within him. Above all, Felicia was there, and he could work with her and protect her, which motivated him deeply.
"What about Francis?" Sharik inquired in return.
I asked him, but..." Felicia recollected Francis' response with a tinge of disappointment, coloring her expression.
"I'm not interested, thanks for asking me," were Francis' exact words, now replaying in Felicia's mind. With a faint sigh, she relinquished her smile while Francis diverted his attention back to his training.
"You don't have to say it," Sharik interjected, sensing Felicia's unspoken thoughts about Francis' response.
