"Sir, you're from out of town, aren't you?"
The girl glanced shyly at Anvis's profile as she spoke.
For some reason, even though his appearance was not particularly striking, she felt an instinctive, hazy fondness for the young man in front of her. Just by gazing at him, her heartbeat quickened.
"That's right, is it that obvious?"
Anvis looked at the girl with interest as he handed back the empty cup to her. However, his gaze slightly paused when it swept over the black metal headband on her head, which resembled an ornament.
"Well, during the Harvest Festival, people usually don't wear black clothes, not even the Professionals."
Unaware of the subtle change in Anvis's gaze, the girl continued to explain while taking back the cup from Anvis and carefully placing it in a corner of the basket filled with barley beer and light green apple-like fruits.
"So, it's usually only guests from far away who dress like you."
"I see, thank you for letting me know."
