"Why are you acting so serious today? It's not like you at all." Sitting still in the carriage, Alex watched Glen adjusting his buttons, unable to help but ask.
Glen's movements stiffened a bit, the smile on his lips faltering slightly. The disguise vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, and he let out a breath: "Little old man, can you not expose me? Didn't I say this is an opportunity to apologize? I have to maintain my image a little."
Alex shrugged, leaning his back against the seat: "It's not because I forgave you that I agreed to come with you, don't flatter yourself."
Glen sat firmly, looking at Alex with a probing gaze: "Then what is it for?"
"The Ballet Troupe." Alex replied briefly: "Because the ticket you gave me happened to be for a Ballet performance, and I'm curious about it."
Glen didn't understand the deeper meaning in Alex's words. He paused slightly, asking in surprise: "You like Ballet? I thought you preferred more violent things."
