His Eagle Eyes on Me

The two recognized each other right away.

Shelly wore a duckbill cap and a mask that covered her face completely, but her eyes were unmistakable. They were round and bright as if they had yet to be tainted by the harshness of the world. "Did you buy your own ticket?" Hayden asked suspiciously.

"No, Layla gave me the ticket," Shelly was also confused. "Did Layla give you your ticket, too?"

Hayden nodded.

Shelly instantly felt awkward and restless at the realization that Layla was clearly trying to set them up, and she wondered if Hayden would be angry about it.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Spotting Shelly's bewildered expression, Hayden pondered for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't mind-"

"Mr. Tate-"

The two spoke at the same time.

"Please, go ahead," Shelly politely urged Hayden to speak.

Hayden wanted to know what she was thinking, so he responded politely, "You go first!"

"Oh, alright!" Shelly took a deep breath and said, "Please don't be angry with Layla because of this. Even if her actions were a bit inappropriate, she meant well... She's a really kind person."

Hayden could not help but smile and thought to himself, "Layla is my sister. What makes her think that she has to jump to Layla's defense to keep me from getting angry?" "You're worrying too much," Hayden said. "Layla is my sister. Don't you have a younger brother, too? If your brother made a small mistake, would you be angry with him?" Shelly considered that for a moment. "My brother is very sensible."

"So is my sister," he said.

Shelly was relieved that Hayden was not annoyed. "It's good that you're not upset. She didn't tell me she gave you a ticket as well."

"She wouldn't dare tell you, as you might not come at all if you knew," Hayden said in a casual tone.

"It's fine, actually! You're not that intimidating. I am just worried that I might annoy you," she said. "I really like this musician, so I would have come even if I knew you are going to be here."

Hayden was impressed by her frankness. "Ms. Taylor, you haven't caused me any trouble. Not a year ago, nor now." Hayden hoped she would become more confident and not feel inferior in his presence" don't want you to feel pressured because of my status. You're actually very talented, and every hardworking person is exceptional in their own way."

"Haha! Thank you for encouraging me. I will continue to work hard."

After a brief chat, the concert officially began.

Shelly devoted her full attention to the performance.

Hayden was not acquainted with the musician or the music and had no plans on coming. He had only agreed to go after Layla pushed him into going.

Just then, the screen of his phone lit up.

He unlocked it to find a message from Layla.

[Hayden, I've been waiting for you to get mad at me, and you haven't done so! That's so weird!]

[...] Hayden replied.

[Why are you on your phone, Hayden? It is a great concert. Pay attention! Tell us what you think of it when you come home.] Layla typed.

[...] Hayden replied with the same thing again.

[By the way, you can invite Shelly to

take a stroll with you after the concert. Invite her to dinner, and then take her home to see Aiden.df she gets tired, you can send her home instead.] Layla added,, worrying that Hayden might not

know what to do.

Hayden did not reply again and intended to see what Shelly wanted to do after the concert.

He would often stay home during the weekends, and he had to admit that he had been bored out of his mind as his parents had been ignoring him ever since Aiden's arrival.