After Noah had left, James straightened, tensed his muscles, and puffed his chest as he guided them.
Misha chuckled. Each time she smiled at him, his face turned a bright red, and he stuttered on his stories of the temple rooms. To her, he looked like a barely mature rooster trying to charm a swan.
But where she found his behavior amusing, even cute, a deep furrow creased Adam's brow. What was this fool doing?
Unable to hold back after the third time, he pointed at the curious students that followed them and hissed through his clenched jaws. "James, isn't it? Thank you for guiding us so far, but I think it's time for you to rest a little."
"O-Oh..." James glanced at Misha, stuttering. "Is there anything I did wrong?"
'Yeah, bastard. You keep ogling my partner.' Adam almost snorted aloud.
