"Oh, excuse me. Were you the other man..."

"Yes, listen to me. I just went on a date with another guy and I already said goodbye..."

"No, that's your fault. Mr. Canada."

Me and Master Calcirust shake their heads vertically.

"Huh! Why? I didn't just play a little bit. I'm not even holding hands."

Dear Canada, who blinks your eyes. No offense, huh?

"Look, gentlemen never tolerate that. How frustrating with other men!

"I wonder if so... Is it my fault..."

Canada looked like she was trying to devise and solve some of the world's greatest challenges.

No, what kind of face is that? "Mmm," she said, hands on her forehead.