Pt.2

An enraged Harji approached Roze with heavy steps.  In response, she tugs her hood over her face.

The petite Roze shrunk even smaller. Seeing this, Harij was guilt-stricken. Immediately, he kneeled before of Roze whom was trembling within her robe.

"…To raise my voice like that, it was very rude of me. Forgive me."

"No, no problem. Just now, you are so… dazzling."

"…Huh?"

"It's okay, since Mr. Customer is good-looking."

Harij's face—now up close—was too brilliant for Roze to gaze upon. She needed to narrow her eyes. His face was so mesmerizing it looked like it was sparkling. The lamp illuminated floating dust-particles, making the beautiful scene all the more so.

"…What are you saying?" His previous anger was nowhere to be seen, as his current features excluded confusion.

Ah, this expression of his is nice too, Roze thought as she peered through her hood.

Why would he need a love potion, I wonder?

Maybe he lacks confidence in himself? Is the other party's standard too high? Or …could it be, he desires someone whom already married?

Whatever the circumstances, now, it was already too late—

—for that other party.

—and also herself.

Her crush had troubled himself just to come here and request a love potion.