“AUG—”

“Shh.”

Daphne was about to call August, but the latter suddenly interrupted her by placing his index finger on her lips.

He shook his head and turned his direction on his surroundings— like he was telling her how many people were in the venue, and how chaotic it would be if someone notices that he was here.

August smiled genuinely as he stared at Daphne, and it looked like she hadn't still absorbed the information that he was in front of her. He understood why.

“Shall we?” asked August