"Senior?"
The exclamation was filled with disbelief and joyful excitement.
The motion of wearing sunglasses paused, and Nora Scott looked up to see a young man standing not far ahead. Around twenty-three or twenty-four, with a bit of baby fat, bright eyes, holding a few books in his arms, exuding a scholarly aura, he was staring blankly over here.
The surprised expression froze for a few seconds, and finally, after regaining his senses, he walked briskly over to them.
"Senior, it's really you!"
The young man couldn't hide his delight, his eyes shining, emotions complex, filled with joy, excitement, admiration...
Admiration?
Pedro Langley's expression turned a bit somber.
But in the next moment, he felt relieved—
"And you are?"
Nora Scott arched an eyebrow, showing confusion, evidently unable to recall who the young man was at the moment.
"..."
The smile on the young man's face froze for a moment.
