Yet just then, a loud crash could be heard from the lobby. Darryl looked over, and saw Avalon standing before a pile of shattered ceramics with an awkward expression on her face.

He hurried over, speaking in a warm tone. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Avalon shook her head, hanging it in guilt. "I'm fine. I just saw the pretty vase, and touched it a little. I didn't know it would break so easily."

Following that, Avalon lowered her voice to a whisper. "Does it cost a lot?"

"That's alright!"