Now that the fear was gone, Mina found herself simply curious about Mika.
Not why he had come here, not what his mission was, but him, the person who went out of his way to make her feel better. She wanted to know more.
Who he really was. What kind of man could tease her to the point of tears and then make her laugh in the same breath.
But even with this new curiosity, she felt shy. Nervous. The words she wanted to say were tangled up in her throat.
She was just about to force herself to start some kind of conversation when Mika suddenly extended his hand toward her, palm open, as if expecting something.
"What is this?" She blinked at it, completely thrown off. "What are you doing?"
He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching with amusement.
"You don't know what a handshake is?" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Hmm...I guess that makes sense. Maybe they're not common here. There are plenty of places where—"
