"Luna, don't tell me after exhausting ourselves like this, you've decided to give my idol this thing." Queenie couldn't hide her disdain for my choice, pursing her lips like an old woman.
I blinked at her and said, "It's the thought that counts, right? It's not about the value of the item but who it's from. If it's from Luna Lawson, your idol would definitely like it."
Under Queenie's disapproving and disdainful look, I faced immense pressure and told the owner my idea.
The owner was a young man with a low ponytail. He looked somewhat effeminate and had a particularly straightforward personality.
He immediately took me to the workbench area and handed me over to a teacher who was deftly working with "her" hands. "Max, listen up. Do your best to help this young lady show her infatuation for her boyfriend."
As I stared at the back of the long-haired beauty, I silently wondered why the owner spoke like that to someone who I knew would be a pretty lady just by looking at "her" back. I couldn't understand how the owner, who seemed a little clueless, could manage to retain such a person to work for him.
After "she" turned around and chatted with me, I realized how wrong I was. The owner didn't make a mistake. It was me who completely misjudged the situation.
With well-trimmed eyebrows, apricot-colored deep eyes, peachy cheeks, a straight nose, fair skin, and rows of white teeth, "she" was so stunning that I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Queenie and I sheepishly took a step back, stuttering our greetings, "Hello, you're so beautiful."
"She" chuckled at our silly looks. The sound of "her" laughter somehow made my heart tremble.
This voice… "She" was a man?
Queenie and I exchanged puzzled glances, finding the answer in each other's eyes.
Upon closer inspection, the man called Maxime, had the typical expressions of a man on the face that was as delicate as a work of art, which seemed somewhat out of place.
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