AS A FRIEND

My grandma kissed my cheeks and said, "Anyway, both of you, I have some meetings to attend. Feel at home, iho. My grandchild's friends are always welcome here. I am going ahead." I observed my grandmother glaring at Zamiel, and I don't understand why.

When granny has already left, I turn to face Zamiel, who is staring ahead with a bewildered expression. When I finally spoke, he suddenly snapped.

"Where do you want to go? Let's go?", I said with smile on my face.

I have a smile on my face as I look at him. But I'm aware that I can't speak to him for a variety of reasons based on what I overheard. Zamiel is present, but why? I merely made assumptions. He is not here because of me in the first place. He considers me a buddy. a buddy. I grinned sourly. What's the matter with me? Why is my heart aching so badly?

Zamiel questioned abruptly, "What does your granny mean when she says she supports your relationship with someone. Who is that?" I give him a faceless stare.

I questioned, "What