'She's attractive, but not my type,' he thought.
The moment he thought about type, he was reminded of a sun-kissed woman with short hair and a slightly muscular body.
She was exactly his type. Whether it was about looks or her straightforward personality.
'I wonder where she might be now... does she miss me? Hey! Stop thinking about her! She doesn't like you!'
After entering the lounge, he saw a man wearing glasses who looked very old-fashioned.
His hair was parted neatly to one side and somehow looked shiny even without sunlight.
Felix couldn't help but look at the man in mild amusement.
'Why does this man make me feel as if he is some kind of robot?'
The man, on the other hand, gave Felix a faint but bored glance before walking away.
Felix narrowed his eyes at the retreating figure and tapped his finger. Suddenly, he called out, "Wait!"
The man paused and looked at Felix with that same bored gaze.
Even the way he maintained his expression seemed robotic.
