My dream is to be a harem king

Sophie stopped in her tracks, her small excitement at catching up to Sam vanishing instantly when she saw the unfamiliar yet strikingly attractive woman with mature charm and an exaggerated figure curiously sizing her up.

She momentarily thought about pretending to be a passerby and leaving nonchalantly.

But this idea quickly dissipated. After all, she and Sam weren't in any peculiar relationship; they were at most friends.

Why should she act as if she needed to leave inconspicuously?

She generally didn't care about these things. Sophie's philosophy was that other people's speculations about her had nothing to do with her. Let them guess and imagine what kind of person she was.

Zoe, upon seeing Sam, was genuinely surprised, as if this boring summer had regained its interest, and this empty city had finally found its soul. She even smiled naturally.