Amon and Adelia walked side by side, their hands still intertwined. The street was lively. Vendors calling out, couples strolling, children running with sweets in hand.
But somehow, the noise felt distant compared to the warmth between their joined palms.
Adelia kept glancing around nervously, her grip tightening every time she spotted someone wearing clothes that even slightly resembled academy uniforms.
Amon noticed and leaned closer. "Professor, relax. No one here knows us."
Adelia shot him a look. "Amon… that is exactly what someone who is about to get caught would say."
Amon couldn't help but feel amused at her reactions. The usually elegant, kind, warm professor looked adorable.
He chuckled softly. "You're too cute when you worry."
Her steps faltered for a moment. "C-cute? Amon. Don't say such things so casually…" Her cheeks flushed again, a gentle pink that matched her dress too perfectly. She really didn't understand why she was feeling shy today.
