Because he had been waiting to be alone with Saya for quite some time, Leonel thought he was finally ready to confront her. He had rehearsed a dozen lines in his head, imagining how he would ask, what she would answer, and how he would react.
But the moment he saw the small, gloating smile on Saya's face, all those rehearsed words vanished. His mind turned blank.
To think of it, he didn't even have a single clue about what truly happened between her and Ren. Maybe he should start with the basics.
"So, Saya—" he began, only to be cut off before he even formed a full sentence.
"If you're going to ask how Ren and I got together," Saya said, brushing her hair back casually, "then you should ask Ren about it."
". . ."
Leonel forced a polite smile. "How did you even know what I was going to say?"
