"I don't know anything about you. We just met," I said firmly.
He only smiled at my response, sitting down beside me before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I don't know why," he murmured, resting his head on my shoulder, "but it feels like you already know everything about me. Like you're the only one who could ever understand me."
I froze at the sudden contact. My heart skipped, but I quickly pushed the feeling away.
"Tsk. What do you even want me to do with your cat? I really have to go—Cl is waiting for me."
He didn't answer. I glanced at him and realized he had fallen asleep.
I sighed.
He suddenly grabbed my hand in his sleep and placed it on top of his head.
"Pat me like a cat," he mumbled drowsily.
I shook my head, chuckling under my breath. "You're so obsessed with cats, you've turned into one."
"Meow~," he murmured playfully. I couldn't help but laugh.
He chuckled too. "I can be your cat if you want me to."
