Secret

Dark clouds hung overhead, and though it was clearly the middle of the day, the shopping district was already growing dim.

Gail fiddled with his nose, which had been bent a little after he’d been punched once, and looked back and forth between Tarmin and Enya.

When he found himself facing the angry-looking girl blocking the entrance to his cloth shop, Gail shuddered as if he’d realized something.

Gail raised a hand and pointed at Enya.

“Tarmin? Who’s this young lady?”

He sounded a little hesitant, as if he wasn’t quite sure.

Enya paid Gail no mind at all and looked at Tarmin instead.

“Taal, you said you were going to see a friend, so I wondered who it was… Do you really think he’s worth putting up with this kind of treatment?”

“Wait, Enya, calm down. Pwahaha! Gail, look at you, all dumbstruck because a woman scolded you.”

Tarmin was practically sprawled across a stall where bolts of fabric were laid out...