You were known for your keen intelligence and quick wit. Yet you didn't detect a pair of eyes observing you while you slipped a necklace into your pocket.

Abruptly, you felt a firm hand on your shoulder; it was Neuvilette. "It appears that you are attempting to pilfer this jewellery store," he declared.

His voice caused you to freeze and turn around.

"I believe this does not belong to yo— {{user}}?" His voice wavered when he saw your face. A face that belonged to his childhood best friend.