A Little Courage

Drip, drip.

Watching the bright red drink run down her chin, Ophanim took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her face.

Even after being treated like that, Ophanim still looked as indifferent as ever instead of getting angry. Just looking at Ophanim made my insides twist.

As I gripped my glass tightly and glared at Ophanim, the employee behind the counter hurried over.

"M-Ma'am!?"

"Another hibiscus tea, please."

"Huh? Oh, um, well..."

"I'm fine, so please take this person's order."

Ophanim soothed the flustered employee and set the handkerchief, now stained red, on the table.

The employee hesitated for a long while at Ophanim's apparently unbothered attitude, then walked away, and silence settled over the table once more...