"Does that mean... you found a place to stay after all?"
Kervin frowned at me, his expression was filled with annoyance, as though I were a child causing unnecessary trouble.
"Didn't you say you didn't get a ticket? Then why are you dragging a suitcase around? Don't tell me you're planning to take one of those long-distance buses..."
Disgust dripped from his voice.
"Those things are awful—cramped, packed with who-knows-what kind of people. One of my roommates tried it once, and his clothes reeked of cheap gasoline and sweat when he got back. The stench gave me a headache."
Crossing his arms, he even stepped back deliberately, like I'd already contaminated myself with that same foul odor.
"If you're really taking that kind of bus, then don't bother meeting me anytime soon. It's embarrassing."
His expression carried the same disdain as if I were doing something shameful that would tarnish his image.
"Kervin, don't be so mean..." Rosalie gave me a sympathetic look, her tone was laced with false kindness.