"And the lips?" Azel asked, raising a brow as Ira coughed nervously.
'I completely forgot about that.' She thought, hopefully he wouldn't think of her as weird for that…
"I thought…" she began, her cheeks coloring a bit, "your lips were much fuller."
Azel could tell that was a lie the moment she said it.
Ira was a perfectionist because of her ability… every stroke she drew, every line she inked followed what she remembered exactly.
And her memory was the best amongst the Heroines so she was able to remember things a lot better than regular people… Hell she barely forgot stuff.
If the lips in her drawings were fuller, then it wasn't by mistake.
It was by choice.
He leaned back in his chair, giving her a teasing look.
"Right. Fuller, huh? Sure."
She looked away, pretending to straighten her dress, clearly avoiding eye contact.
'I'm not weird… I'm just a normal girl.' She thought.
