“You know we’re four years apart, right?”
“…Yeah, so?”
“They say a four-year age gap is perfect. Will you go out with me?”
“I don’t date minors.”
“I’m nineteen.”
“You’re still underage.”
“…Sigh. Then what excuse will you use next year?”
“…Huh?”
“I’ll be an adult next year. How are you going to reject me then?”
“You’re… like a younger sibling I’ve known forever. I’ve never seen you as a guy.”
“…Wow, you’re really cold, noona.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Got it. I won’t confess again this year.”
“Don’t do it next year either.”
“…I’m leaving. I don’t want you to walk me home today. I kind of hate you right now.”
…
“They say a four-year age gap is perfect.”
“…So what is this, really… sigh.”