Watching Evangel throw away her stick, Mira could only confusedly watch with her barely eaten skewer.
Evangel was a picky eater with a huge appetite.
What a combination!
After peeking through the glass window that separated us from the shopkeeper and the buckets of ice cream, I sighed and looked down at my thin white collared shirt.
It was freezing outside; why the hell was I getting ice cream?
Behind me, Evangel pressed her face as close as possible to the glass window, like a child at an aquarium, her eyes flickering from bucket to bucket.
Really, this is what got her to show emotion?
Seeing the person in front of us begin to order, I turned around and gazed at the distracted Evangel, holding my breath.
What was I supposed to say here?
I wasn't her parent; I couldn't tell her not to reveal her secrets or anything.
That was up to her.
Thus, as the person in front of us paid, I casually said.
"She has an observational aspect."
