The pouring rain blurred her vision.
Mia Grant still recognized the figure under the umbrella in a single glance.
The people beside her were still asking who he was.
Felix Sinclair had probably been standing there for some time.
He met her gaze for a few seconds before silently turning away.
"Felix Sinclair!" Mia Grant called out to him.
The figure ahead stopped but didn't turn around. He stood silently under a streetlight, holding a black umbrella, like a somber statue.
Mia Grant's heart quickened, her pulse soaring.
'Not out of excitement—out of fear!'
'Damn it, is the system dead?! Why didn't it warn me!'
She borrowed an umbrella from someone beside her and opened it. "My friend's here to pick me up! Can you guys give my roommates a ride back? Bye, bye!"
'Friend.'
'Just a friend, indeed.'
Her voice wasn't loud, yet in the supposed silence of the night, her words still carried clearly through the curtain of rain to Felix Sinclair's ears.
'No, that's not right.'
