I stopped in my tracks when I arrived in front of Karlo, who was being interviewed by the girls my age.

“Hi! What’s your name?”

“Can I get your number?”

“Are you single?

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. Karlo was obviously flustered and was having a hard time answering them. When his eyes found mine, he stood straight and silently excused himself to go through the girls. I remained glaring at the foreign girls, who were confused by reading their expressions.

“I’m ...