"Don't start."
Nina muttered immediately.
"I'm just saying,"
He continued.
"She follows you from school to a place she clearly hates, keeps looking around for you like she's desperate to find you again—"
"It's not that. Definitely not that. That would be weird. And impossible. And—"
Nina snapped quietly.
"And you're blushing."
"I am not!"
The café boss gave her a weird look.
"You okay over there?"
Nina coughed and looked away.
"Just… talking to myself."
"Right. Well, if she causes trouble, let me know. I can always escort her out. But maybe just give her a chance to talk, yeah? Doesn't seem dangerous."
He said, clearly unconvinced but wise enough not to ask further.
Nina didn't answer. She was still watching the girl out of the corner of her eye.
The flinching hadn't stopped. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. And yet, the girl wasn't leaving. She kept glancing around, biting her lip, fingers digging into the edge of the table.
