Seeing me a mere inch away from him, Raffles stumbled backward anxiously. He supported himself with his hands behind his back, his face blushing like a blossoming rose.

In the past, Raffles would blush whenever he spoke to any girl. As he’d always blush, he hardly talked to girls. He’d also written when he’d first communicated with me. I was so close to him now so it was no wonder that he was blushing hard.

He supported himself with his hands behind him and stared at me blankly. His long grayish-blue hair hung under the moonlight like spools of blue ribbon.

“Don’t fool around with him.” Harry abruptly entered and sat next to Raffles. He hugged Raffles’ shoulders and smiled...