"There's an old saying in Shenzhou: meeting is fate. Since we happened to be sheltering from the rain under the same roof, why don't we get acquainted?" The girl pushed up her nonexistent glasses with an air of maturity and held out her hand to Lin, who had been considering his next move.
"...It's 'meeting is fate.'"
"Close enough~"
From what she had just said, it was obvious that she was the sort of person who wildly overthought everything she saw. She might genuinely believe that their chance encounter had been arranged by heaven.
Lin generally had no way of dealing with people whose self-awareness was too excessive. He could only give them the cold shoulder. But if ignoring her could make her quiet down, she would not have had excessive self-awareness in the first place.
"Why aren't you talking again? This is so boring. Come on, tell me something. Or should we start with introductions?"
There was no need for introductions. From the moment Lin first saw her, he had automatically found her personal information in Trand's database. Her birth date, the schools she had attended growing up, even the places she had been—he knew it all.
"My name is Anna. What about you?"
"...Lin."
"Lin... Are you from Shenzhou?"
"Far East."
"Oh~"
Anna was far chattier than Lin had imagined. She could chatter nonstop to a stranger she had met less than ten minutes ago, complaining about school breaks and talking about the recent unrest in the world. Most of the time, Lin merely stood there in silence, yet she never seemed embarrassed by being the only one talking.
Maybe what she truly needed was an iron post that could not talk.
After even revealing that the socks she was wearing today had not been washed since yesterday,