The girl with the slanted ponytail flicked the little girl on the forehead.
"Ah!"
The little girl immediately covered her forehead with her hand.
"Auntie, why did you hit me?"
The little girl was confused and a little aggrieved.
"You tell me."
The girl with the slanted ponytail answered matter-of-factly.
"What were you spacing out about?"
"I called you, but you didn't answer."
"What's wrong?"
A trace of worry showed in the girl with the slanted ponytail's eyes.
"Is something the matter?"
Why had she suddenly zoned out?
And the strange things the child had just done...
"I..."
The little girl furrowed her brows.
She turned around and looked again.
The girl with the slanted ponytail grew even more puzzled.
"What are you looking at?"
No.
The way the child was acting...
"Are you looking for something?"
The little girl paused, slightly taken aback.
Then she nodded.
"Auntie."
The little girl was a little excited.
"I just saw it again..."
The little girl paused.
Then she spoke, her words mingling with uncertainty, disbelief, surprise, and many other emotions.
Her little face scrunched up.
"Saw what?"
The girl with the slanted ponytail asked.
She looked in the direction the child had been looking.
There was nothing there that could explain the child's reaction...
Ah.
She remembered how the child had circled around that young man a few times.
Could it be...
Something on the young man...
The girl with the slanted ponytail looked at the young man in front of them.
He looked exactly the same as when they had seen him earlier.
Oh.
He had a bag of candy in his hand now.
A big bag.
Much bigger than the one she was holding.
But the child had just...
It seemed she hadn't been looking