Arts Festival (10)

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— “Ah, there she is.”

It was Ji Nuri’s voice.

Perhaps because the performance was over, Minimi’s voice could be heard more clearly again.

“Yap.”

I turned around, feeling the weight pressing down on my shoulder.

“You came right over instead of staying with the band club members?”

“Come on. If I butt in for no reason, the kids will feel awkward. I had to read the room and give the club members some time together.”

— “Now this is consideration.”

Minimi snorted as it brushed back its hair...