"Is this yours? I feel it is yours because it was dropped under your table.." Sierra said when she picked the same in her hand and turned around.
Staring at the man, who had hidden his face in his palm, made her only narrowed her eyes. He didn't look normal either, as if trying to hide his face on intention but it didn't worry her in any way.
"Hello? Gentleman? Is this yours?" Sierra once again repeated her question to which the man seemed to peek from the middle of his fingers.
As if looking from her small hole, he just nodded his head which gave her affirmation that this handkerchief was his. "At least keep it safe. I was walking and it would have gotten under my legs.."
"I..I. will take care in the nearby future for sure," Charles answered with a slow voice, almost unrecognizable.
