"Try not to die?"
Yohan turned to Jenna with a questioning look. He was checking to see if she had heard the same thing the guy he had been fighting had said.
"Sorry about my brother Volcan. He can be intense sometimes," the grey-haired guy said, still wearing a charming smile. "I'm Morgan."
His gaze remained focused on Jenna even as he spoke, almost as if Yohan wasn't even there.
"Your name is Jenna, right? You were here a few years ago. I remember clearly."
"You do? But I don't remember you," Jenna said, even after giving his face a more careful look.
"I doubt you will," he laughed sheepishly. "I wasn't anything special back then, and we didn't get to talk like this, so I can understand. It's just hard for me to forget a pretty face like yours."
'Of course,' Yohan thought to himself. It was obvious what was happening.
'This guy is hitting on my girl.'
