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[@TheRedWatcher]

An even more peculiar circumstance has occurred. This girl had sincerity. He could read it all over her face as she had taken a long pause when he came over. He wasn’t at first interested in here, but the man in the red suit. Something about him. Still it was the first time in a long time someone had caught him off guard. He could sincerely say that. 

With that came his interest in her though. She suddenly peaked his curiosity. In a world like this, shaped the way it was. Here was a saint, sitting in a coffee shop. That is rare. Very rare. He wanted to know why her mind worked that way. He wanted to know why she could sincerely smile at him, when she was sincerely afraid a minute ago and changed her mind.

What is in her mind? Where could it go? He wanted to wear her mind so to speak. He wanted to know the source of her enthusiasm, her optimism that shined on her. He supposed he was more available than he thought. 

“I didn’t expect you to be so humble,” Grant told her, he tried to smile with his eyes, a better try than when he smiled with his face, “So grounded and to earth. I apologize if my visage is frightening. I never intended to frighten you.” 

He gives her a humble bow himself. 

“Make it out to Mirriam Graye,” Grant tells her, “Do you often do such mundane task out in public? My it really comes to show, doesn’t it, that we’re all the same. Here most people would see you as an untouchable icon. One that lives in a tall glass tower, that is admirably beautiful as you are, but somewhere they could not reach. Truly am humbled to meet you Himehana-sama."