"She got pissed and left?" Ryan Smith shouted incredulously, seemingly not expecting that his secret techniques in Edward Stephens' hands could be so powerful, "What did you do?"
Edward Stephens leaned back in the dining chair, lazily playing with the knife and fork, and calmly narrated, "Picked her up after work, gave her flowers, took her to dinner—weren't those all your teachings?"
"That's it?" Ryan's voice sounded as if he were in front of him now, ready to choke him, "Didn't I tell you to apologize properly? Edward Stephens, you left a girl hanging, and you apologize with such lack of sincerity, no wonder she's pissed at you!"
Edward frowned slightly and responded, "I did apologize. She just wouldn't accept it."
"How did you apologize?"
"I reasoned with her."
"..." Ryan almost wanted to howl to the heavens, weakly said through the phone, "Edward, women, do not respond to logic."
He spoke with an extremely earnest tone, as if stating some profound truth.
