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Scarlette observed him with her cold mismatched eyes.
The teenager immediately stiffened.
Though he tried to conceal it, the tension in his body was obvious.
Scarlette silently stared.
"..."
'Why is he so stiff? I haven't done anything that should scare him.'
The crimson-haired girl continued looking at him before finally speaking.
"Need something from me?"
Her voice was as indifferent as ever.
The young man opened his mouth briefly before hesitating.
No words came out.
Silence lingered between them.
Scarlette narrowed her eyes slightly.
'I don't sense any malicious intent from him. He followed me all the way here, yet he refuses to speak. How am I supposed to understand what he wants if he remains silent?'
For a moment, she studied him more carefully.
In her opinion, he looked fairly decent.
More importantly...
He was quiet.
That alone gave her an unexpected sense of familiarity.
