After putting on some clothes, he finally stepped out from his hiding place, his face red as he scratched his cheek and gave an awkward grin.
Charlotte, still sitting there, looked just as flustered.
Her nosebleed had mostly stopped, but she had to keep a piece of cotton stuffed in her nose to stop it from dripping again.
A quiet, uncomfortable silence stretched between them.
Neither of them seemed to know what to say.
Charlotte avoided his gaze, pretending to look around the room, while Vivian shifted his weight from one foot to another.
Realizing she wouldn't be the first to speak, Vivian cleared his throat softly.
"Ahem... ahem..." His voice cracked a little, making things even more awkward.
Charlotte finally glanced at him, her eyes traveling up to his head.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "These horns... can they be cut?"
Vivian blinked, caught off guard.
His hand went up to touch the smooth black horns curving from his head.
