"Paris? Is that you?" her eyes widened in schock as she looked at him.
"Hi!!!! Sweetie," he hugged her tightly in his arms. She sniffed the familiar cologne she would never mistake on anyone else's.
"It really is you," she confirmed, squeezing him close as well.
"Well, what can we do when it took you so long to realize it was me? I was told I should wait for you to recognize me first. So I could not reveal who I am until now," he sounded apologetic.
"How were you able to come here?" she asked him as the handsome man with bubble pink hair and golden eyes continued to console her.
"I just remembered looking all over for you during the party, then there was complete darkness so suddenly," he explained.
"I was so afraid when I found out I transmigrated into a novel. Did you happen to know the ending of this book?" she asked him, finally stepping away to give distance between them.
