Chapter 137: If She... He Definitely Would...
On this late autumn morning, the warmth from the bright sunshine was quickly swept away by the chilly wind.
High above, wisps of cirrus clouds remained unmoved by the breeze that danced along the streets below. Only the golden leaves clinging to the trees on either side fluttered gently through the air, carried briefly on the wind's path before drifting to the ground.
As a proper wingman, Rhodes didn't rush ahead. Instead, he thoughtfully timed his arrival so he wouldn't interrupt too early. He wanted to give the two of them—Alzack and Bisca—a bit of space to warm up to each other.
But when he arrived at the guild's entrance, they were already there, standing over a meter apart.
Bisca was leaning slightly on her rifle, idly adjusting its angle on the ground. Alzack kept one hand near the holster at his waist, occasionally scratching his cheek with his index finger. They each stole glances at the other from time to time, only to quickly avert their eyes whenever they were caught.
Rhodes wasn't sure where Alzack had picked up all these "stealth and observation" tricks, but he was using them like a pro—if awkwardly.
There they stood, side by side at the guild's entrance, like a pair of statues. One could be labeled "Oblivious," and the other, "Flustered."
Rhodes sighed and stepped forward, breaking the tension with a cheerful voice. "Sorry I'm late."
"N-No..." they both said at the same time, then immediately fell silent again, eyes meeting for a second before darting away in embarrassment.
Rhodes looked at them helplessly.
Thankfully, Bisca spoke up first. "We just got here early. You're right on time."