Lohan kicked an imaginary stone across the immaculate marble of the terrace, letting out a muffled growl of frustration.
"Idiot... moron... You're turning into such a Slime that you're starting to look like jelly..." He cursed himself under his breath, the words heavy with regret.
He replayed the moment of their farewell over and over in his mind.
The scent of wildflowers, the golden sparkle in Isabella's eyes, the palpable hesitation between them…
This was definitely the perfect setting for him to take a step forward without seeming strange, with all the signs that this was the right moment, and he simply let her slip away.
In the world of Elysium, he faced elite monsters and hordes of monsters without flinching, but there, in the real world, the mere idea of kissing Isabella had made him freeze as if he'd been struck by one of his own Ice Spikes.
To make up for the void left by "Little Fox's" sudden departure, Lohan turned to the grill.
