Chapter 40

Furthermore, Dazi hadn’t even answered his question. “Dazi? Did you have anything in mind?”

Dazi shuffled his feet as he walked. “Can we talk? Maybe by the fountain again?”

He wants privacy. I think I know what this is about.“Sure.” Dazi’s shyness seemed to be worse when he had time to think, or at least when Kesi and Kuhma weren’t occupying him. Mateo hoped they could work out whatever tension Dazi felt between them.

Most people were still waiting desperately for a chance at the last autographs of the day, so the balcony was even more abandoned than the evening before. Mateo directed Dazi to a bench where the fountain was between them and the exit doors regardless.

Dazi chewed his lip. “You’ve been doing that a lot,” Mateo remarked.

“Hm?” Dazi paused as his lower lip was tucked into his mouth. It was cute.

“Biting your lip,” Mateo said. “You do it when you’re uncomfortable or thinking about something that upsets you, or so I’ve noticed.”