MILA
The next day, Felix met me outside my motel. He carried takeout coffee in one hand and waved at me with the other. He smiled at me as I approached.
“Good morning,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
I blushed, involuntarily. It wasn’t until the morning light that I realized what a significant height difference we had.
“Thanks for walking me to work,” I said awkwardly. We made our way to the main strip of Fresia. Despite the early hour, there were many people out and about–shopping, on their way to work, grabbing coffee like the one Felix has brought me. Even though he was easily one of the most well-known people in the country, no one seemed to particularly bother him as we strolled down the street.
It probably had something to do with the guard, conspicuously wearing a bl
