"You know you do this thing where you always have the urge to play with something with your hands?" she announced, giving me a judgmental gaze.
I gave her a quizzical look then realized I was playing with a box cutter, sliding it here and there.
I smirked and set the object down on the table, "am I that predictable?"
She was sitting across from me, her leg crossed over the other, while she held a plastic cup of brown sugar milk tea. Her lips was formed in an "O" shape while she sucked her drink.
I stared and watched her closely, but she seemed oblivious chewing on a couple of boba.
"No, you're actually an erratic person," she shrugged her shoulders, playing with her straw to mix the drink.
I squinted my eyes at her and let out a low laugh, who is she to tell me I'm an erratic person?