[The previous comment made me laugh so hard. It's so obvious with just one glance!]
[The whole internet is waiting for her new drawing.]
[Tamara is at it again! I can't believe I'm shipping this.]
[Tsk, you people trying to ride the wave. Aren't you annoying?]
[Exactly, who would want to be tied to Tamara?]
[The ones shipping this aren't worried about breaking their teeth, huh? Can't you see who Heath likes more?]
The comment section was in chaos.
I thanked him as he set my bag down.
True to his reputation, he just hummed in response and stood there silently.
Watching Earlene chat him up, I realized something.
I'd just been roped into their publicity stunt. Sneaky.
When everyone arrived, we did icebreakers, taking turns to share impressions of each other. It was corny, but I kept smiling.
Most people were polite strangers, piling on fake compliments.
When it was Earlene's turn, I knew she'd ham it up.
"Should I talk about my first impression of Heath from the show, or from when we first met?" she asked coyly.
The audience went wild speculating about their relationship.
[Yo, Earlene and Heath have such a natural advantage!]
[Wild guess: Heath only joined to confess to Earlene.]
[Just a little couple's trick.]
Not expecting her question, the staff members picked the former, probably for drama.
She smiled even more brightly and shyly said, "Since we're just getting to know each other, well, in my impression, Heath is a gentleman—handsome and gentle."
The comments began to flood in, mostly praising how cute it was and shipping the couple, completely ignoring the other protagonist sitting far away, who hadn't said a word.
When it was my turn, all eyes were on me.
I raised my head bravely and quipped, "Sorry, I have amnesia. I can't remember who my darling is."
[Is Tamara losing it?]
[Haha, this is funny.]
[[I'm your darling, Tamara,]
[Get out of the entertainment industry, you fame-seeking monster!]
Finally, it was Heath's turn. He sat there coolly, fingers tapping the table as he smoothly complimented everyone but Earlene and me.
The chat was on the edge of their seats, expecting a big confession. [Confess!]
[If those two aren't involved, I'll wash my hair while standing on my head!]
[I have a feeling Heath is about to do something big—could he be about to confess on the spot?]
[Take Heath away, we're going to be the only ones shining!]
[Can the anti-fans open their eyes and take a look?]