"Why don't you just stay the night? It's quite far to drive back to your apartment," Laurel looked at Zein with a small pout, the disappointment of not having the guide there longer was palpable in her face.
Bassena was about to open his mouth to respond positively, but Zein beat him to it. "I'm sorry, but we'll take our leave for tonight."
The esper raised his brow; not because of Zein's rejection, but because the guide was holding his hand while saying it. Laurel looked at their intertwined hands and sighed. But instead of a pout, there was a smile on her lips.
"Fine, I get it," she glanced at Bassena and smirked. "Lucky boy."
"Huh?"
Ignoring the confused magician, Laurel scoffed and shifted her gaze to Zein again. "We'll be leaving tomorrow, so I don't think we'll meet again, but..." she reached out and caressed the fair cheek softly, tucking a stray hair behind the guide's ear. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to contact me or my husband, alright?"
