Compromising day-out

{Music Recommendation: Ti Amo ~ Berlin ver}

Just like their previous venue, reporters had already filed up at the next. Mila now understood why Zyran fixed his shades once their car stopped. It was because of the reporters, and she wished she had one too.

More than the shades, Mila wished she could have the cup of fried rice balls and ice cream the little girl across the street was munching. She had been dressed up without a single drop of water or time to taste breakfast.

"Ready?"

Mila almost rolled her eyes. It had been ready! Ready! Ready! And no food ready for her. Before Mila could nod that she was actually ready, her stomach took the lead.

Grumbrrr...

"..."

Mila tried to recover quickly and say something, but she didn't have anything to say except nod.

"Why is your ear red?" Zyran asked after staring at the girl for a few seconds.

Mila touched her ear. "It's... the cold," she whispered.