I took my purse from the selling counter in front of me, ready to head home. Taking a glimpse at Kenneth, I smiled a little, admiring how cute he looked, though he seemed pretty upset.

"You're okay?" I asked him, fixing my gaze at him.

He let out a sigh, as he leaned his elbow over the counter, then looked at me. "Y-Yeah. I think I am."

"You think?" I quirked a brow at him.

He looked away, staring at the fez cap which lay on the counter. Being observant, I felt like he had been avoiding me all day. First, for some reason, he wasn't looking me in the...