Julius stood face-to-face with Aiseline on the balcony, the cold night breeze brushing past them. He held out an entire champagne bottle toward her.
"Would you like a drink, Miss Aiseline?"
"...When did you get that?"
"It's a politician's skill to steal in front of the public without them even realizing it."
Aiseline stared at him for a moment, unsure whether to be impressed or concerned, then sighed.
"I don't understand what you've been up to these days," she began. "First, you call off our engagement, then you start appearing on live television… now you're going around marketing whatever endeavors you're up to. Do you even know what people are saying behind your back?"
"Are you concerned?" Julius asked.
"T-that's not it…" Aiseline stumbled over her words. "It's just… we've been together for quite a long time. I can't just turn a blind eye to whatever you're doing. It's—it's just really weird, Mister Schneider."
