"I think you have the looks to be an actress. If you're interested, you could try applying to the acting department at The Nymphaea."
Clara Grant was still in a daze. She didn't fully grasp what he meant but nodded at him anyway.
The young man smiled again. "As for whether you were scared or hurt just now… here's my phone number. You can call me if you need anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone from behind him handed over a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. He turned slightly to take it, then passed it to Clara Grant. "And yours?"
Clara Grant quickly recited her number, watching as he keyed it into his phone, one digit at a time.
"Oh, right. My name is Miles Quinn. What's yours?" he asked after saving the number.
"I'm Clara Grant, but everyone calls me Clara," she introduced herself.
"Clara Grant… Clara," Miles Quinn murmured to himself before breaking into a wide smile. "That's a beautiful name."
