"Who are you?" Julian stood up with the cake in his arms, looking cautiously at Myris. His initial wariness turned to puzzlement when he got a better look at her. If he remembered correctly, she was the one he had seen early this morning after leaving his room—seemingly there to talk to Losiya.
He shared the same reaction with Losiya—staring at the silver-haired woman for a long while.
Since arriving in this world, it was the first time he'd seen someone with the same hair color as his—not pale white, but shimmering silver.
Myris had been staring straight at his face the whole time, her gaze unwavering and expressionless.
Even though he had met many women in this world with similarly calm temperaments, Julian couldn't help but feel shy, his face reddening slightly as he looked away.
The rear garden fell into a silent awkwardness, broken only by the cat cake in Julian's arms meowing uncontrollably and waving its little paws—clearly excited for some reason.
