Adrian could already tell he wasn't getting a warm welcome in this world.
The man named Michael kept glaring at him as they sat across from each other.
It was already frustrating enough that Adrian kept stumbling whenever he lost focus on his footing. Now he also had to deal with this prickly man who seemed to have some grudge against him.
Thankfully, Forgelet was there. She broke the silence and introduced them.
"Avirin, this is Michael…my close friend."
Adrian noticed Michael flinch slightly at the words close friend.
Then she turned to Michael. "This is Avirin."
"I know. You talk about him a lot." His tone carried no amusement—only complaint.
Adrian let out a sigh. "Well, rest assured, Mister Michael. I'm not taking Forgelet away."
Michael's brows twitched. "You…gave her a pet name…"
Adrian could only feel helpless at that.
Forgelet groaned. "Michael…even knowing the situation, you're still making a fuss?"
Michael clicked his tongue and looked away.
