Still floating on the warm feelings in her heart, Flonne didn't even care about the shopkeeper's rude attitude. She was a little embarrassed at being caught in the position they were in, so she scrambled off Laharl at his shove, straightening her outfit. Face flushed, she grabbed the shirt and pushed it into the shopkeeper's hands. He scoffed in disgust even as she bowed slightly, but nothing more was said.

Without a word, she quickly ran back to the street outside, heels clacking on the wooden shop floor. Out in the fresh air and light of the city, she breathed deep, eyes closed. Then she turned on her heel to face Laharl, hands behind her back.

"I'm sorry, Laharl-san," she said brightly, grinning from happiness. Even now, her heart fluttered. He wore her pendant!