"It's okay." She suddenly relaxed, then looked around and walked over to the chestnut-haired girl with her luggage.
"I almost didn't recognize you, sorry to keep you waiting." Clara said softly, looking at the suitcase in front of her, while a few passersby stood on the platform a short distance away, waiting for the hover bus to descend.
Unlike Tilan, who was gradually coming to terms with it, Clara had fully realized half a year ago that this friend and classmate of hers had become someone completely out of reach for ordinary people.
Being a semi-public figure herself, a minor internet-famous idol, she understood all too well that the term "Songstress" signified a rank entirely different from the contemporary celebrities.
