(Arata)
Karsten never brought up that kiss he had given me in his office. No lingering looks or subtle glances when we were alone, just his old aloof self.
Deciphering him was even more difficult than figuring out string theory.
But putting his thoughts on the back burner, I went shopping. The next day, I had to leave for Angel City where I was finally going to meet my family and friends.
Caysir remained my shadow as usual and also became my self-acclaimed porter. Although I insisted on carrying my own shopping bags, he wouldn't let me.
While coming out of an antique jewellery shop, a man in a black hoodie with a cap pulled low on his face deliberately bumped into me.
He didn't hurt me, as it was a slight brush, but Caysir quickly reprimanded him, rushing forward to ensure I wasn't hurt.
"Watch where you are going?"
The man quickly mumbled an apology and rushed off in the opposite direction.
