"So, I was born to revolve around you?"
Beau Reed poked at the food on his plate, speaking casually, "Compared to before."
"Yeah. You've read so many books, you should know what self-awareness means. I'm aware that I'm crafty, and I might do something disgraceful someday that would tarnish your eyes. But more importantly, even though I'm not great, I really hate when others talk bad about me, even if it's true."
"I don't want to go out and hear people say shameless things about me behind my back."
Beau watched as she moved the onions to the side of her plate, her expression showing obvious distaste.
He barely pulled at the corner of his lips, "Weren't you the one who cared the least about this?"
"So I deserve to be pointed at by others?" Mary Douglas suddenly lost her appetite and stuffed several bites of rice into her mouth, "Who's not human, huh? Just because I don't care, anyone can hang something on me with impunity, right?"
