As Ryan settled in, he inevitably brushed up against the girl beside him.
Their thighs touched, shoulders nearly pressed together.
She wore light gauze, her sleeves thin and hollowed, and the faint warmth of skin carried through the fabric. The sensation was unexpectedly vivid.
The girl's cheeks flushed at once, a soft red blooming across her face. She lowered her gaze shyly, yet didn't move away, allowing Ryan to remain close.
Once Ryan was seated, the middle-aged man smiled and spoke. "I saw the young brother's talent and strength earlier, so I took the liberty of inviting you into the carriage for a short conversation. If this was abrupt, I hope you won't mind."
"It's nothing," Ryan replied calmly, shaking his head. From the other man's bearing alone, it was clear he wasn't an ordinary figure. Courtesies like this only made Ryan more relaxed.
