The young man obviously didn't expect to be rejected. He was stunned for a moment, but then thought she made a good point.
He blushed and walked away.
The readers lined up behind him came forward one by one.
Six out of ten were young men.
Without exception, everyone was a little dazed when they saw her.
They spoke politely and cautiously, asking for an autograph, as if it were a first confession.
Mia Ginger maintained a gentle smile and was composed throughout.
But Zuri Ginger felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Even without looking, what she sensed was unbearable.
So much so that—
The signatures she gave to readers pressed so hard they went through the paper.
——
More than half an hour passed.
Bob Ginger finally reached the front of the line.
Mia Ginger had noticed him early on, held her pen tightly, and gave a gentle and amicable smile.
"Are you really Wine?" Bob Ginger asked.
"Yes."
