“I…. I am… actually…” The poor thing was terribly shy, staring at this boy like a guide that could hopefully help her. “…D-Do you know… where I am..?” She approached him slowly, getting somewhat close, only because she was curious about who this bluenette really is.
Her answer didn’t surprise him. Ciel was out and about for the Queen at the moment, otherwise he would have never run into this girl.
“You’re in London, England,” he answered her, taking a look at one of the shops above her head. “Outside Charlotte's Tea Shop.” His half-lidded eyes glanced back at Ib. “Is that all?”
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