" Tiffany, you're back?"
A middle-aged woman in a dance dress emerged, waving a fan typically used for square dancing.
Her eyes lit up the moment she spotted the strikingly handsome man standing beside Tiffany.
"Oh my, is this the boyfriend you mentioned before?"
Before Tiffany could respond, the woman beamed, her face practically glowing with excitement.
"Calvin's so handsome! Is he a celebrity or something?"
"No,
Auntie, you've got it wrong," Tiffany replied with an awkward chuckle, quickly trying to clarify.
"Calvin's not—"
My boyfriend.
Just a friend.
But before she could finish, Calvin smoothly cut in with a charming smile.
"Auntie, you're mistaken. I'm not a celebrity."
His voice was deep and velvety, effortlessly pleasant to the ear.
"Not a celebrity?
That's perfectly fine!"
The woman's grin widened, her wrinkles smoothing out as she admired Calvin's impossibly perfect features—like he'd stepped right out of a manga.
