Is Bailing Trustworthy?

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Hello, is this the takeout you ordered? I've left it on the balcony, please enjoy your meal."

Confirming the delivery of this final order, the Winged Folk girl flapped her wings hard, magic mixed with air accelerating her upward into the high sky, where she landed lightly on the roof of an apartment building.

Then she fished her phone out of her cross-body bag, tapped to confirm, and closed the order interface.

Looking at the table of today's earnings and order count displayed on the app, and then checking the scattered tips and reviews left by customers, the girl opened and replied to them one by one, her movements slightly clumsy.

Smartphones really were much harder to operate than the phone from home... But as long as you got used to it, their functions were truly incomparable to ordinary phones.

Thinking this in her heart, the girl raised her head and glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky.

It was one-thirty now, and the afternoon class wouldn't start for another half an hour. Should she go straight back to school or head home to change her clothes?

"...I'll go home for a bit."

After pondering for a short while, she lowered her head to unzip her delivery jacket, glanced at the thin Winged Folk sportswear on her body that was practically soaked through with sweat, and Shasha muttered softly to herself.

The girl tapped the tips of her toes against the ground, spread her wings to take flight, identified her direction in the air, and flew silently toward her home.

Yet just as she landed on the roof of her apartment complex and prepared to walk toward the stairwell—

"Hey! Miss over there, please stop!"

Did she just hear the voice of a stranger?

Shasha