Chapter 24 - "No One Ever Calls Me Micajah."-01

When I was a kid, I'd once teased Nora relentlessly, when she'd blushed like a tomato at Tim Call's blinding, toothpaste-advertisement-model-like smile, saying that she was crushing on a boy, who was apparently gross at that time. After that, even if she wasn't mad at me, she had refused to meet my eyes for three hours, always averting her gaze and acting all self-conscious.

That is exactly what's happening right now.

Seneca is not mad at me or anything, but I can almost feel her embarrassment whenever our eyes meet, and I so badly want to tell her that 'It's okay, I'm the same as you,' but whenever I make an effort to do so, she makes an escape, leaving me frustrated.