Even if Nara had still been sitting across the street, he would’ve seen the way Nelsy’s expression shifted a full one-eighty. She tried to hide it with a smile, but Gaara clearly spotted the anxiety written all over her face. That was the curse of being expressive. She was like an open book anyone could read.

“They hate each other. You know that, right?” Nelsy said, pretending to touch a sunflower within reach.

“Nelsy…” Gaara’s voice sharpened into a warning.

“What? I—I ...