"You—!"
Surprisingly, it wasn't the blue-haired girl who spoke first.
It was Nolan.
The elf prince's crimson eyes locked onto her, his grip tightening around the crate of cleaning supplies. The girl's brows furrowed slightly before her own gasp of recognition escaped. "You—!"
I knew I should have expected something like this... I barely resisted the urge to facepalm.
At that exact moment, the basket of herbs tumbled from her hands, scattering leaves and flowers across the dirt path. Her azure eyes burned with indignation as she pointed an accusing finger at Nolan. "You're that rude, arrogant—"
Nolan's lips curled. "Ah. I remember now, you are the umbrella girl."
"Umbrella girl?!" she spluttered, her cheeks flushing pink. "I offer you shelter from the rain, and that's what you call me?!"
