“Is my wardrobe truly that embellished?” She was an island lady. She lived decently, but certainly not luxurious. “Should I have worn something else?” Now she was panicking.

What if she had just offended the common folk?

“I…I’m so sorry!”

Yuna was quick to intercept his apology, shaking her head with the softest smile. “No, it’s okay. You’re looking out for me. And, I thank you.” She elicits something of a chuckle from her nose.
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A soft gasp. Green-blue eyes widen as a dainty hand points a finger to her person. “Me?” That same gaze casts downward at her attire. She wasnt overdressed, was she?

“Mm, no. My apologies. I’m no singer. Not really.” At least, thats what she told herself.

Could he be referring to something else? A friend? "Do you...know this performer?"

"Forgive me, but. For now, no where..." She could feel the heat of embarrassment welling up inside of her, creeping up to her cheeks.

A gradual awkward silence fills the space between them. But then she stammers up to speak. "Until the rain stops, might I...share your umbrella?"