Exhibition [4]

".....Huu." 

Laying down on a bench in the changing room, Leon let out a long breath. He felt mentally drained. 

It wasn't so much from the loss but from the reason behind the loss. 

"It doesn't even make sense." 

A couple of days had passed. 

How could it still be affecting him? 

Clank—

Just then, the room's door came to an abrupt open and Evelyn came in. Leon flinched at the sight of her. 

"What are you doing? This is the male changing room." 

"....." 

She didn't answer. 

Instead, she looked at him straight. Almost as if she was trying to see right through him. 

Eventually, she spoke. 

"Why?" 

It was a simple question. 

All Evelyn wanted at the moment was an explanation. 

"You're better than this. Did you lose to me on purpose? I thought you were going to take the match seriously. Did you feel pity for me or something? Or is it—" 

"It's not that."