Chapter 21

• Wales Lestrange. That's the Greek Goddess' name. Of course, she isn't a real goddess, but she looks like one. Her small heart-shaped face matches well with her Cupid-like bow lips. Though I thought she was a model. She's not. Her profession is far from that. From what I have heard about the conversation between Ender and her. She's a high-rank air force officer. What a job for a feminine-looking woman.
• We were already on our way home when Wales approached Ender. I guess it's natural that he'll ask her to come with us, and I have nothing except that the burning fire in my heart is getting more powerful with each passing time. It's burning so much that breathing is almost impossible for me.
• "Could you spend more time with us? I would love to have a dinner with you." Wales chuckled. Ender's dinner offer is probably one of the funniest things she heard today. Wales licked her soft lips. "Am I gonna be a third wheel? Fuck no!" She darted her eyes at me, and all that I could do in return was paste a smile back for her.