Modern chiscara

Chapter 22: Emma

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The sounds of heels on the shiny floor made every passerby look in interest, not only because of the model-like walk, but also because the person with a bunch of men in suits behind her piqued some of their interests. A young woman was walking with a smug smile, holding her phone in hand while talking to someone on the phone. Some passersby stared at her with either jealousy or admiration, and most stared at the luxurious accessories on her.

"Have you arrived?" The voice on the other end asked.

"Safely."

"Good. I'll meet you there."

The person hangs up with a goodbye. The young girl scoffed at the rude action, she stuffed her phone in her pocket and continued walking down the cold hallway. Her guards walked behind her with a stern face, earning the gaze of passing women who found them attractive or even menacing.

"That stupid Capitano..." She muttered, gripping her purse in annoyance.

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"Who are you on the phone with?" Childe asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame with a half-buttoned polo. Capitano would've scolded him for such messiness but right now, he wasn't in the mood to.

"Do you remember Emma?" Capitano asked.

"Ah," Childe awkwardly laughed, "My memories of her are pretty blurry, but yeah, I do."

"She texted me a few weeks ago, saying that she'll be on a trip to Snezhnaya." Capitano rubbed his temples and groaned, "...Even if we had never chatted for a whole 7 years."

Childe widened his eyes in surprise, "You mean to say that you haven't talked after high school for 7 years, and she just texted her travel plan?"

"That's a bit off."

"Damn..." Childe smiled, "So... what?"

Capitano looked at Childe and frowned, he tied his hair to a neat ponytail before leaving the room, "All I can say is that she's bad news, once she has her eyes on you, you can't escape."

"So, she likes you, and would travel here for you..."

"I didn't reciprocate her feelings and rejected her as soon as she confessed, I may be overthinking, but she is probably here for..."

"You?"

"Precisely."

The ginger patted the taller's back and grinned, "If she ever goes out of hand, I'll take care of her!"

"No murder."

"Yeah," He rolled his eyes, "No murder."

"An order for..."

"Did you know..."

"What was that?"

"I knew it!"

"I have to do this now..."

A myriad of topics rose inside the cafe, it wasn't anything surprising, it was just that the cafe was busier than expected. Childe rested his head on his palm, watching the scenery displayed before him. Not only was he wishing that Scaramouche would visit, but he also wished that the other would invite him to watch his skate practice. It's been a while since he last saw scara on the ice, he hoped to see that beautiful image of him gracefully skating again.