The two recognized each other right away.
Shelly wore a duckbill cap and a mask that covered her face completely, but her eyes were unmistakable. They were round and bright as if they had yet to be tainted by the harshness of the world.
"Did you buy your own ticket?" Hayden asked suspiciously.
"No, Layla gave me the ticket," Shelly was also confused. "Did Layla give you your ticket, too?"
Hayden nodded.
Shelly instantly felt awkward and restless at the realization that Layla was clearly trying to set them up, and she wondered if Hayden would be angry about it.
Spotting Shelly's bewildered expression, Hayden pondered for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
"Don't mind—"
"Mr. Tate—"
The two spoke at the same time.
"Please, go ahead," Shelly politely urged Hayden to speak.
Hayden wanted to know what she was thinking, so he responded politely, "You go first!"
"Oh, alright!" Shelly took a deep breath and said, "Please don't be angry with Layla because of this. Even if her actions were a bit inappropriate, she meant well... She's a really kind person."
Hayden could not help but smile and thought to himself, "Layla is my sister. What makes her think that she has to jump to Layla's defense to keep me from getting angry?"
"You're worrying too much," Hayden said. "Layla is my sister. Don't you have a younger brother, too? If your brother made a small mistake, would you be angry with him?"
Shelly considered that for a moment. "My brother is very sensible."
"So is my sister," he said.
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