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Despite Zoey's attempt to quickly compose herself, Atticus's keen perception caught the subtle flush creeping onto her cheeks.

His eyebrows lifted in slight surprise. 'Is she... blushing?' Atticus couldn't help but wonder, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features.

He had absentmindedly said the first thing that came to his head because he had been caught off guard by Zoey's question.

The last thing he had been expecting was the girl actually being the one to get flustered.

Atticus's smile widened, 'Maybe I have a chance after all,' he thought in excitement.

Breaking the momentary silence, Atticus strode to the side, causing Zoey to come out of her thoughts and turn to face him.

Raising his right hand, he focused on his space ring. In an instant, a white cloth materialized in the air, unfurling and spreading out onto the soft grass below.

The cloth, adorned with simple red and white stripes, covered a 7 x 7 space of the earth.