I'm Not a Good Person Chapter 2

Elara Hollingworth and Aiden were sitting in a café.

They looked completely absorbed in each other.

I shoved the door open and stormed inside.

A little bell chimed, slicing through the quiet atmosphere.

My brother’s face went pale with shock. Elara pulled her hand back and looked up at me.

"What are you doing here?"

I managed a weak, fragile smile.

I’d checked my reflection in the glass door on my way in.

I looked pathetic enough to inspire pity.

So, when I slid into the booth beside Elara, she didn't push me away.

"You said you'd have dinner with me. Did you forget again?"

I leaned in close, our noses almost touching.

I've always been confident in my looks, especially when I put on this wounded, pleading act.

As expected, the woman hesitated, then apologized.

"I'm sorry."

"Aiden had some homework he needed help with, and I lost track of time..."

"We didn't eat together."

"..."

I smiled, playing the part of the magnanimous boyfriend. "It's okay."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dear brother.

His fists were clenched tightly under the table.

He was struggling to hide the pain on his face.