The messenger was blown back. He had been on the verge of taking a knee when he lost his footing and tumbled.
"Oops, sorry. My bad, my mind was elsewhere," Theron said, walking up to the messenger until he was standing side by side with Ayame.
He took her waist in a hand and waved a palm at the air. The letter of invitation was sucked out of the man's hand and landed in Theron's palm.
"Wait! That's not for—"
"Not for me? How could it not be for me? You came here to invite my wife somewhere and expected not to bring me along as well? That's mighty bold of you."
Ayame's lip twitched. She was trying very hard to maintain her usual cold air, but she really couldn't remember having ever gotten married to this guy. In fact, hadn't she drawn a clear line just moments before?
