Indra subconsciously gulped, hiding the nervousness that enveloped him. Can he be happy? Did that mean he can assume that Ariel was worried about him?
Perhaps, it would be better if he asked Ariel directly, rather than keeping the question to himself.
"Ariel?"
"What?"
"C–could I take it as you are worried about me?"
Indra's question succeeded in making the young woman silent for a moment. The woman's face was so red that it looked like a tomato, avoiding eye contact with her.
"W-who is worried about you!? I am just asking!"
"Oh..."
Indra did not know what had happened to him today, but hearing Ariel's answer did not make him feel happy. Whereas usually, he would feel happy with Ariel's cute behaviour, or Ariel's curt and rude attitude that always made him want to keep seeing Ariel for over and over again.
