Their lips slowly parted.
The cheers around them died down little by little, turning back into laughter, murmurs, and clinking cups, as if the tea house itself was gently returning to normal.
Lyra stayed still for a moment longer.
Her face was burning.
She lowered her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the table, as her fingers curled together in front of her as if she didn't quite know what to do with them anymore.
Her heartbeat refused to calm down.
Gray, on the other hand, looked perfectly composed, satisfied even.
He smiled and turned back to his seat. Then, he slowly picked up his fork, cut another small piece of cake, and placed it into his mouth.
"…Delicious~"
Lyra froze.
Her head snapped up.
"…?!"
Her face went from red to scarlet in an instant as she realized exactly what he was implying.
"G–Gray!!" she sputtered, completely flustered.
"T-that's not what you should be saying right now!"
Gray glanced at her, feigning innocence as he chewed.
