[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]
As Andrew and I walked out of the store, a strange thought occurred to me.
As I had made up last night, I was a serious lady, and he was a responsible gentleman, and we promised each other we would not do anything that weird.
We were like any normal couple in a relationship, going out to dinner, complaining to each other, and then licking each other's ice cream on the side of the road. Mafia, killings, drugs, and all of that had nothing to do with us.
This thought almost made me laugh.
Andrew looked at me strangely, not knowing where I had gotten my weird laugh from after our fight.
I looked at him and found that I was in a very good mood.
Even though I knew that we were not meant to have that kind of life and that we were meant to be apart, I was still in a very good mood at the moment.
Andrew's expression suddenly became serious. I did not know why, so I followed his gaze.
