"You ran into me," Aren said flatly.
The senior tilted his head slightly, as if considering that possibility very seriously. "Did I?" he replied mildly. "Hm. I suppose we'll never know."
Aren dusted off his shirt. "I was leaving."
"And yet," the senior smiled faintly, "you were also standing directly in my path."
What the hell is this guy talking about?!
Aren felt a vein pop in his head but decided to keep his cool. He exhaled through his nose slowly.
"I was interested," he said instead, "Was gonna come back tomorrow when it's less…crowded."
The senior's eyebrows narrowed at the statement before he replied.
"Urban Hunting?"
"Yes."
"Most people just come for my signatures," he said lightly, glancing toward the line of girls who were pretending not to listen.
"Oh, would you like one too?" he said lightly while taking out a pen from seemingly nowhere.
Aren put up his hands in defense. "I'm not really—"
