"Why am I even bothered about this?"
The thought echoed through my mind like a stone dropped into still water, ripples spreading outward, disturbing the surface of my certainty.
I watched the scene unfold before me—the blue-haired girl hesitating, Nolan standing stiffly in the rain, the universe itself holding its breath for the inevitable meet-cute.
I'm not close with either of them. So why?
It wasn't as if I had some moral obligation to disrupt every cliché I stumbled upon.
Although I'm not exactly fond of clichés or cringeworthy moments, is that really a valid reason to interfere?
Logic said no. This wasn't like before, where Aeron's avoidance of Emilia and Livia had been a matter of life and death. Or Zephyr needs help to improve his relationship with Luna. This was just… rain. An umbrella. A meet-cute that might lead to something, but it is obviously unrelated to me.
And rationally speaking...
It's really not my place to intervene.
