On the field, the noise was deafening, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily lively.
In the center of the crowd, a few female soldiers were dancing, drawing cheers from the audience around them.
Flossie Wright sat on the grassland.
She was eating two skewered lamb kebabs, but they were tasteless.
She pondered on Sandy Cruz's so-called "average flavor."
And it indeed was very average.
"Here."
Just as she finished those two, another pair of skewers was quickly extended to her.
"..."
Flossie Wright blinked in surprise, her lips twitching sharply.
Again?
"Compensation."
Those light words floated to her ears.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie Wright looked toward the person beside her.
Her gaze clashed with Sandy Cruz's just at that moment.
The hazy night air gave his features a halo, but those calm, dark eyes were incredibly clear.
After thinking it over, Flossie Wright accepted them.
But she didn't rush to eat.
"Mariana Buck is with you in the cooking class."
