“Then… can you walk me back?”

In just a few short years, Rosvisser had encountered countless suitors and heard a variety of creative pickup lines. She hadn’t responded seriously to any of them, not even once. Yet, when she heard this particular request, she found herself surprisingly patient.

After all, the young man in front of her, Leon, didn’t seem to realize he was even trying to make a move.

Under normal circumstances, who would respond to being rejected with: “Then you can walk me back”? Was he insane? Not exactly. At least Leon knew to stay quiet while Rosvisser was focused on her reading and even gave her space.

Rosvisser closed the book in her hands and stared at Leon expressionlessly.
Still, calling him entirely normal wouldn’t be accurate either—his peculiar way of replying to rejection left Rosvisser baffled.

Leon smiled, his expression as bright and carefree as ever, utterly harmless.

After a moment, Rosvisser finally spoke slowly:
“No.”