"Lyra, I was just looking for you!" Gray's voice softened as a light smile spread across his face.
He stepped closer and gently brushed his index finger along her cheek.
"Ahh..."
Lyra's breath hitched as a faint flush crept up her cheeks before she could stop it.
'...What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly get touchy again?' Lyra was a little confused, but was extremely happy nonetheless.
"Let's go on a date today," Gray added casually.
Her eyes widened.
'...He's even asking me to go on a date? Is he sick...? Lyra frowned slightly, then reached up and placed both hands on his forehead, feeling his skin carefully.
'Normal temperature...'
"…What was that for?" Gray asked, genuinely confused, blinking at her.
"Ah, nothing at all!" Lyra replied quickly, breaking into a bright smile.
She slipped her arm through his without hesitation, fingers tightening just a little as if afraid he might disappear.
Then she turned, tugging him along.
"Let's go on a date, then!"
