Cyril was beyond stunned at how quick the shopping trip had been.
He stared at her as they stepped out of the boutique.
"You don't shop, do you?" he asked, unlocking his car with a chirp.
"No," she said, slipping into the passenger seat. "First time."
"Ah… that explains it."
She blinked at him. "What? Did I do it wrong?"
"In so many ways," Cyril laughed. "There were no theatrics. And you didn't torture me even once. Sera, that wasn't shopping."
She giggled. "Well, sorry to disappoint."
"Oh trust me," he said, "my emotional wellbeing thanks you."
They reached the arena where the Awakening Ceremony would take place.
Cyril parked right in front and turned to her.
"Here you are, mademoiselle." He tapped the steering wheel twice. "If you want, I can come pick you up later and drive you back home."
"That won't be necessary, thank you." She smiled kindly.
Cyril pressed a hand over his heart, feigning heartbreak. "Rejected. Brutally. Mercilessly."
