Honestly, it wasn’t even flirting — just a polite thank-you to a merchant who’d given you a discount.

But when you turned around, Iansan was already watching.

Leaning against the stall with her arms crossed and a sharp little smirk tugging at her lips.

"Making friends, are we?" she said, her tone light — too light.

You raised an eyebrow. "He gave me ten percent off for helping him carry some crates."

"Hm. Generous." She pushed off the wall, electricity crackling faintly around her fingertips as she walked toward you.