"My name is Lamir."
Lamir extended his hand with an easygoing smile.
His grin was so dazzlingly white that Ren briefly wondered if the prince had missed his true calling as the face of a toothpaste brand.
The offered hand remained suspended between them.
Only then did Ren remember...
He was still wearing his hood.
Right.
Sometimes he forgot he was supposed to be hiding his identity.
Ren ignored the handshake.
"Be more careful next time." His tone remained as flat as ever.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and began walking back toward Elena.
He had barely taken a second step when—
"Wait!"
Lamir hurried after him.
There wasn't a trace of resentment on his face despite having just been scolded.
Instead, he wore the same warm, approachable smile.
"Can we come with you?"
Ren stopped.
Slowly...
Very slowly...
He turned around.
For a brief moment, he wondered whether anyone who had purchased a ticket had actually read the contract.
It had been one page.
One.
