I didn’t expect the male cosplayer I was staring at to be Michael.

He usually wore silver-rimmed glasses and dressed in a laid-back, literary style that had a bit of an older, more refined air about it. To put it bluntly, he gave off a mature, somewhat stodgy vibe.

It was hard to connect that image with the charming, dashing figure sitting before me now.

The contrast was huge.

“So, Sylvie, were you disappointed when you figured out it was me?” Michael ...