Brandon walked with casual composure, his eyes never drifting away forward.
On the other hand, Rachel couldn't help but steal subtle glances at him.
His ink–black hair was neatly tied to a ponytail today.
Coupled with his facial features that she could solemnly swear, closely fit the golden ratio.
In any case, Rachel had a lot of questions in her mind. Brandon had asked if they could meet after his duelist lecture.
But what for?
What did he need?
'Did he break–up with Amelia because of me?'
'Does he…. like me ba—'
"Rachel."
"Ah?"
She was snapped out of her thoughts as Brandon's cool voice reached her ears, causing her to flinch unexpectedly.
"Hm?"
Brandon tilted his head, noticing her odd reaction.
"N–Nothing…."
Rachel shook her head as if nothing happened.
"S–So…. what did you need exactly?"
"...."
