Aine walks in and gently closes the door.
He walks up to Ai and shows an album CD
to him. “What do you think about this?”
There’s a cool smile on his face as he asked.

“This? I don’t know. I still haven’t listened
   to any of that artist’s song. Hold on, I will
   look it up online and process all the data
   I can gather as fast as I can so I could give
   you a useful feedback in a day or two. My
   calculations predicts I may spare time for it
   by next week therefore it may take longer.”
A long, detailed, logical response from Ai,
He has sounded more of an android now more
than before. Also, he has grown colder and frank,
not the same old innocent, warm Ai before.

“Ah…” A tiny drip of sweat rolled down
Aine’s forehead. “It’s okay, you don’t have to
think so hard about it, I just thought you knew
about it. It’s alright, there’s no more need for
you to spend time trying to figure this out.”
He laughs with his one brow raised on him.

“Okay.”
Ai left no room for any further conversation
not even a room for an argument.

“Yeah…” Aine averts his eyes and glues
it to the ground, feeling awkward. “So,
I’ll be leaving now. Sorry if I bothered you.
Bye~”
He returned his look on Ai and
smiled as he walked out of his room.

“I don’t mind.”
Ai answered absentmindedly.

Now left alone, he returns his attention
to his computer. He checks his emails and
he finds another email consisting a proposal,
an invitation for him to become an actor.
Some TV channels are desperate to recruit him.
He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t seem to be
interested in becoming an actor. But there’s just
something about music, something about singing
that he can’t leave it alone.

“Who’s this?”
Ai wondered as he scrolled down the message,
he saw an image of a pretty young woman whose
hair is as pretty as snow to him, like a shiny crystal.
“Crystal?” He said her public name as he read it.

Not noticing that he’s already drawn by curiosity,
he searches her up and looks down through all her
photos. “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong
with her.”
Ai suddenly comments as he scans through
her photos. “But why do I even bother?” He seems to
be annoyed at himself based on his tone of voice.

Then it had finally come down to the point where
he read the part where their fans “ship” them together.
Not all, but some of their fans want them as a couple.
Ai raises a brow. “What is this? I’m not even connected
to her. This is even only the first time I knew about her.”
He continues to speak by himself. “Ship us together as
a couple? As lovers? What do lovers do anyway? They
just walk around holding hands and kiss and hug and
all that sort of stuff. I don’t understand human logic
sometimes.”
He questions how couples or lovers
act and that human logic doesn’t seem to be fitting to his.

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