Some strangers smiled as they passed by, but soon they ignored, blending into the crowd
"Oh…no," she said, narrowing her eyes, "Is that you, Daniel?"
He raised his head, revealing his face.
She wore a plain deep green gown over a pale linen underdress, its wide white sleeves spilling softly at her wrists. A leather belt cinched her waist, while a woven basket rested on her arm.
"Agh… why would you do that, Lady Elira?" he said, pressing his palm to his left cheek.
She froze, her eyes widening as she stared at her own hand.
"I—I'm so… sorry, Daniel. I thought someone was standing behind me," she blurted out, panic surge in her voice.
A moment of stillness stretched around them—then Elira broke it.
"So… how was the trial? You passed?" she asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Daniel paused, glancing at her boobs.
