The matching banquet was still going on, but the crowd had thinned. After all, those who had successfully matched had already left.
Cillian Forrest and Sophie Wexler were no exception.
Even after settling into the escorted flying vehicle for the ride back, Sophie Wexler still felt a sense of unreality.
The man beside her had such a strong presence she couldn't possibly ignore him.
Now that they had successfully matched and were to become partners, their seats were placed very close together, with no barrier between them.
If Sophie Wexler moved even slightly, she would brush against his shoulder.
Cillian Forrest glanced down at Sophie Wexler, who was sitting stiffly beside him, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "What's wrong? Too crowded?"
There was actually some space on his other side, but a certain someone insisted on sitting right up against Sophie Wexler.
Sophie Wexler immediately shook her head. "No!"
