It felt as if even the air had stopped circulating.
"..."
The concert hall had three exits: A, B, and C. Sinai and Alfonso took exit C.
Today's performance was by a well-known band from this part of the continent, and many were here to watch, so naturally, there were many people at the exit.
Once again, the pairing of Norton and Sinai attracted the attention of others.
Alfonso may be handsome and a successful person.
But sandwiched between them, he inevitably faded a bit.
Especially their positioning as a trio.
A world-famous painting, the position of the White School.
The Asura Field scene.
Sinai felt she had faced a social death once more.
This time, it was rather complete.
Considering yesterday she was placed in a child's seat, it could reluctantly be explained by saying the design was large and she was skinny enough to fit.
But today?
Upon hearing this, Norton slowly raised his eyes, his gaze and voice devoid of warmth.
He slowly repeated, "Dad?"
