The environment was serene and tranquil, just the right amount of quiet.
At this time, Roy Yarn was being cornered by a girl asking for his contact information.
Although he was just over twenty years old, his shy and awkward demeanor always gave off a sense of immaturity, like a high school student burdened with heavy academic responsibilities, never showing even a hint of displeasure on his face.
"I'm... I'm sorry, it's really not convenient."
"Why not? You don't look like you have a girlfriend, so why can't I have your contact information?"
The girl wore refined makeup and her straightforward personality made it somewhat difficult for others to handle. Having come across a guy who so fit her taste, she was certainly not about to give up easily.
Even the other girls who had initially come up to ask for his contact information were briskly shooed away by her.
