A Miracle

“Th-th-thank you.”

He slowly began peeling the fruit, all the while sneaking glances at the girl.

Every time their eyes met, she flashed another sunny smile. She didn’t seem like a bad person.

‘No wonder she managed to get to Calix.’

Because surely, it couldn’t have been Calix who made the first move.

“Ahem.”

Carlos felt a twinge of guilt for thinking such things while sitting right in front of her—especially after she’d offered him food in such a friendly way.

He forced his mouth into a smile. He wasn’t used to smiling at strangers, much less strange girls, but he gave it his best shot.

“S-so, may I ask your name...?”

She didn’t respond.

Carlos smacked himself on the forehead. Right. She couldn’t speak. And besides—

‘She’s not from here.’

That much was obvious. She wore clothes bought in the city, sure, but something about her just didn’t fit. The way she tied her hair. The way she didn’t understand the local language.