"You don't seem nervous."
Blake, or now more specifically Sage Larue, stretched slightly in his seat.
"Honestly, it's not like I'm calm either... it's just that by now, I can manage this much."
Fortunately, he was far more used to this body and voice now. That alone had taken an absurd amount of practice.
Yesterday, after the university tour, he and Myles had gotten back at around six in the evening and met Zlatan at Myles' house. From there, Blake had practiced basically all evening, and even a little at night.
'Ah, I'm sleepy!"
He looked toward Estelle and couldn't help but blush a little.
"You look cool..."
Estelle smiled, looking at him.
"Are you saying I usually don't?"
"Ah, no, not like that!"
Blake immediately shook his head.
"It's just that I'm too used to your casual clothing."
While Blake wore a light blue dress with white lining, the outfit bringing out the delicate features of Sage's face, Estelle was dressed in a stunning purple suit.
