Here it was, the two of us: me, the most famous man in the world, and in a sense, the girl who could be considered one of the richest people in the world, not to mention looking so extremely beautiful that she just makes you stare in awe. The two of us sat like this, face to face, looking at each other, and nothing seemed to be amiss.
The outside world flowed away, and neither of us seemed to be detectable by the outside world. We still looked like we did, yet we sat face to face in this crowded place, with no one even recognising us. For Sabrina, let down the recognition for me. As I looked at this beautiful elf gazing at me with eyes that seemed to dissect me, I spoke.
"Hey…"
"That sounds like you didn't want to meet me at all."
Sabrina added, to which I, chuckling, replied.
"If I didn't want to, then I wouldn't have come. How are you?"
"Surviving."
