"Gramps, you're wrong." I couldn't believe what he was saying. I even felt the dull throb of a headache beginning to develop behind my eyes.
"Then what is it? Why do you worry about what she thinks?" He asked, sounding almost offended now. "You were even nervous just now when she was talking to you. Do you think I didn't notice how pale you became thinking that something happened to her? That means she's important to you. Isn't that because she's a good candidate?"
"Haaa... you're just saying whatever you wish were true, Gramps." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Either way, it's not like that. We just—get along. I only don't want her to know about my personal life."
"Is that so?" He grumped, crossing his arms. "And here I thought you actually had a good eye for women. Well, even if it's not like that, you could start considering her. She truly looks like the perfect candidate given your situation. If I were you, I would seal the deal as soon as I can."
