"Why did you suddenly come to pick me up today?" Maya asked in confusion. She hadn't mentioned anything to Ian, so how did they know her schedule?
"Well..." Vincent, apparently feeling that watching the livestream was too creepy, mysteriously said, "Ryan's really amazing—what doesn't he know about you?"
Maya nodded slightly, lost in thought.
Opening the car door, she saw a familiar face. He was as calm and composed as ever, only with a bit more fatigue on his face. When he looked at her, his eyes unwittingly softened.
Maya bent over and got into the car, saying familiarly, "Honey, it's been a few days—I missed you!"
He extended his hand, earnestly asking, "Where's my souvenir?"
Souvenir...
Maya finally remembered the promise she made before joining the show; she'd long forgotten it over the past few days. She was surprised Ian remembered so clearly.
"Forgot to bring it? Or..." Ian squinted slightly, leaning closer, "You never intended to prepare one at all?"
