Nina waited until the athletics hall disappeared behind us before explaining the complicated feeling. She did not release my hand, though her fingers changed pressure whenever she searched for accurate language. I matched her walking pace without offering reassurance toward a problem I had not heard.
"Yuna is attractive," Nina said, keeping the observation separate from accusation, "and watching her touch you made me understand why you noticed."
"I noticed," I replied, refusing false blindness while the professional correction remained clear inside my memory.
Nina looked ahead toward the weekend market stalls, absorbing the answer she requested. She admitted Yuna's strength, directness, plus physical control attracted her attention too; that response made jealousy stranger because admiration existed beside threat.
"If I think she is attractive, I cannot make your eyes the crime," Nina said, shifting the visitor badge inside her pocket while she considered the logic.
