I don't understand why couples have to show their clinginess in public instead of keeping it in private. Why flirt in front of people? Is it necessary to show them kissing and hugging in public? Don't they know the word privacy?

　　I tossed the red straw into the milk tea I was drinking while my eyes was on the couple who almost lie down on the bench they were sitting on. The man is wrapping his hand around the woman's waist. If I'm not mistaken, the man's course is business management because I usually see him in our building. I’m just not sure what year he is. I just recognized his face because he's actually ... handsome.

　　Praising men isn't my thing. But this man ... he's an exception. I don't see him very closely but his height, white complexion, eagle -edged eyes and a smile on his lips are enough for me to say that he is handsome.

　　He looks good from afar. When he's near, more so. He's obviously a playboy. The woman he's with was too clingy. She sticks to him as if there's no tomorrow.

　　Biting the straw, I managed to sit up straight when I saw the man suddenly anchored his gaze on my direction. Our eyes locked with each other for a brief moment. He suddenly shot his brow up that made me pull away. I can feel the hair on my nape rise as embarrassment invaded me.

　　"I'm really stressed out there with Mr. Avila! Finance is really damn hard! My hair down there is starting to get bald because of him." Camille whimpered as my lips parted from biting the straw.

　　"Ew, Camille! You're not shaving? That's gross!" Amanda said, one of my constant companions as well. She pursed her lips after applying liptint.

　　"Sometimes! It's itchy and it's a bit distracting especially when I have a date. Haller! Do you imagine yourself scratching that part while you're on a date?" Camille hissed.

　　Amanda placed the liptint on the table and raised an eyebrow at Camille. "You can have it trimmed! That's okay. Don't you know that boys don't like thick pubic hair?"

　　Heat crept down my cheeks because of the topic the two were talking about. I may be a virgin but I'm not innocent when it comes to that.

　　"How did you know, Amanda?" I replied, curious as well.

　　She glanced at me and smiled cockily. "Based on experience, Ches."

　　Camille and I widened our eyes and looked at each other. I feel like same thoughts were running inside our heads. She pulled her gaze away and anchored it on Amanda.

　　"Don't tell me ... you already did it with someone?" Camille, still big -eyed.

　　Amanda smirked and continued patting her lips through her mini mirror.

　　"I can't see anything wrong with that. We'll eventually experience that so why take longer?"

　　"You're too young for that. You're just eighteen, Amanda. What if you get pregnant?" I asked.

　　She chuckled and shook her head. "That's not going to happen, Cheska. I'm using pills. Don't be killjoy! How about you? Do you have any experience?"

　　I blinked before shaking my head. "I don't have that in my mind yet, Amanda. I want to finish first before doing matured things like that. One more thing, if I do that, I want to do it with the man I'm going to marry."

　　Her face contorted at my answer. "Your ideas are too primitive! That's no longer the trend. Men and women nowadays are liberated. They prefer their partner with experiences. Men actually find virgin women a bit boring."

　　I pouted. I saw Camille staring at me while shaking her head. It's like she's telling me to ignore Amanda instead. I took a deep breath.

　　"I don't mind if I look boring. At least, I'll be proud of myself when he criticizes me about that. Just in case. Don't worry. I admire you for being so liberated.Just be careful, Amanda. You might get pregnant in no time."

　　Of our three friends, Amanda is the most vulgar and close when it comes to men. She's using her aggressiveness to catch every men's attention. With her round breast and huge bum, it isn't hard for her to have her way of flirting. Men can't even resist her. They knew that she's liberated and always game.

　　I suddenly turned my attention to the people I've been watching since I sat here in the cafeteria.

　　And there, I found the girl stealing kisess from the guy. And that man, he looks like he really loves what they're doing. The smirk on his face was giving him away.

　　Why are you affected, Mera Francheska? Can't you just mind your own business and leave them alone?