Isn't She Rather Special?

"Me?" Davis stood up and neared Tia Alstreim under the gaze of her father.

He adjusted up to her height and grinned as he sent her a Soul Transmission.

"Davis Loret?" Tia Alstreim repeated with a question but in truth, she was letting her father know his name.

"Yes, Davis Loret." 

Davis chuckled as he didn't bother about her actions, "What's yours?"

There was nothing they could do just by knowing names.

"I am Tia Alstreim." 

She worriedly pursed her lips, "Why did you wink at me?"

"It's because you're cute..." Davis laughed, not realizing that he rather came off as a creep.

Tia Alstreim suddenly turned around to her father and said, "Father, it's this person. I am sure of it!"

Davis's smile froze, wondering what she was sure of... When he lifted his head and looked at Edgar, he found a grin on his face.