Jett seemed to snap awake from a dreamlike haze. He hurriedly accepted the handkerchief from Louis and nodded awkwardly. "Th-Thank you..."
But in this day and age, someone still carrying such a pristine, fragrant white handkerchief—Louis really was rather strange. Louis himself also exuded a very peculiar aura; clearly he looked elegant and beautiful, yet Jett always felt an instinctive wariness toward him.
But perhaps that was only his imagination. Maybe it was simply because Louis showed so few expressions that people couldn't help feeling that he was difficult to approach...
"Louis, the seaweed soup is ready. Look."
Dyan suddenly appeared and sat down beside Louis, conveniently placing himself between Jett and Louis.
Louis looked at Dyan's face and paused for a moment before finally taking out the handkerchief and wiping the smudge from his face.
