"W-What do you want to tell me? And what was that about confessions?"
Lyria's pink eyes met Noah's blue ones as she followed him to a quiet corner of the dining hall, a little distance away from their friends.
Noah had deliberately chosen a spot where their conversation wouldn't attract too much attention. Once they were far enough from the others, he finally stopped and turned toward her.
Then, with a mischievous chuckle, he said, "Well, it's not really a confession. You see, I was buying a few things for my family earlier, and something caught my eye while I was shopping. It wasn't particularly expensive or anything, but I thought it was rather pretty, so I decided to buy it."
Lyria tilted her head, looking at him with confusion.
"You brought me all the way here just to show me something you bought?"
Noah nodded.
"Yep!"
He raised his right hand, and a moment later, an object materialized in his palm.
