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Alphonso lends a hand to Lady Genesis, helping her to get up from their awkward position.
"Thank you," Lady Genesis says appropriately with a shy smile as she pats her cloth to remove the dirt.
Genesis glimpse on his face.
"So?" Alphonso questions as he wants to know the reason behind it.
"I chased a kid who played with fire to teach him a lesson. I saw the kid running in this way. I thought I caught him, but I suddenly bumped into you," She weakly reasons as her eyes gaze at those grey eyes in curiosity.
A loud sigh from the Prince makes Genesis flinch as he says, "You could have called out the kid to stop running..."
Then, a scream nearby from a middle-aged woman disturbs their conversation while it shocks the people around, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY CARELESSLY! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS FLAMMABLE ITEM!"
