Misha looked at Dayo, speechless. She had a lot to say, but little came to mind.
Dayo, on the other hand, said, "Misha, right?"
Misha just nodded without saying a word.
"Sorry for bumping into you. I was daydreaming. I hope you're good?"
Misha, with her cold-looking face, nodded again.
"Alright then, and oh, congratulations on crossing to the next stage."
"Hm, thanks. And… sorry." She whispered the last part like she didn't want Dayo to hear it.
But he did. "Eh? Sorry for what?"
Misha looked a bit embarrassed and lowered her head. "Well… for the store incident. I looked down on you."
Dayo chuckled. "Haha, you still remember that?"
"Hey, it's not fair—I'm apologizing," she said, frowning slightly.
"Okay, my bad. Apology accepted. And oh, I have to say, I liked the way you held your ground while playing the piano."
Misha's cold face showed a faint blush, and she suddenly felt vulnerable. Gosh, why am I flustered all of a sudden? she thought.
