Finally, she saw Michael in his whole visage. "There. That's better," she said with a smile.
A small blush emerged from Michael's cheeks, before he turned away from Yuna. "What's better? My hair's all jumbled."
He tried to fix his hair, but the air kept brushing past his head. That's what happens when you're atop a Dragon soaring through the skies like a private jet. The air tends to be stormy.
Yuna chuckled. "Whatever," she said. It wasn't really about his looks that she wanted to see. She wanted to see him.
"Romeo? Aren't you going to land soon?" he asked, subconsciously trying to fix his curly hair. But then, he realized he didn't have curly hair. Not anymore, ever since he reincarnated to this world.
"But aren't you enjoying our double date, benefactor?"
Double… date?
Then, he turned to Yuna, trying to gauge her reaction. But instead of being repulsed at the thought, she instead fixed her hair behind her ear and kept quiet.
