Eifa stepped out of her house, squinting slightly against the morning sun, when she noticed Kian emerging from his house. He was heading toward the university, his bag slung casually over one shoulder. Their eyes met briefly, and to her surprise, he stopped mid-step, visibly hesitant.

“Eh…” he muttered, glancing around awkwardly, clearly searching for the right words. His uneasiness made Eifa feel a little strange, though she managed to keep her expression neutral. She had known about the proposal before him and had acted normally around him, but now, seeing his discomfort, the absurdity of the situation hit her.