"How long has it been since we walked side by side like this?" Tassera adjusted her slightly curly long hair to prevent it from getting tousled by the suddenly rising sea breeze.
Leon looked at the leaves blown by the sea breeze, swept away by the waves, and leaned against the iron railing by the roadside. After recalling for a moment, he said, "It's been a while, hasn't it."
"You spend more time shopping with Isily than with me." Tassera stopped suddenly.
"It's not that I shop with her; I just happen to run into her while I'm shopping," Leon said, holding his ground. "You're aware that she's just a street swiper, hanging around Watchtower Port more often than anyone else... Silver Dragons really do love living in towns."
"But Watchtower Port is so big, why do you run into her every time you shop?" Tassera gazed at Leon with a knowing look that seemed to see right through him, "Either you have a problem, or she does."
