“I would love to, but I still have some plans for today,” the girl sighed.

“Plans? Are you serious?” Libby finally raised her voice. The Guides in the area turned their attention to them, staring. “Constantin, your only plan is to stay here until everything works out.”

“That’s too bad. But I hope our meeting isn’t the last. There are still many restaurants worth visiting,” Constantin said easily, as he was oblivious to the guide’s remarks and the drama unfolding around him.

“I'll step away for a moment to the restroom, if you don't mind,” the girl said, glancing at Libby.

“Of course,” he nodded.

Elizabeth followed silently behind Sophie, hoping there would be no one else in the bathroom. Once inside the stall, Sophia glared at the Guide. The detached expression on her face was gone.

“Are you deliberately driving me crazy?” she asked.

“No, I just don't understand why you’re stalling,” Libby pouted. Conflicts were unhelpful, and now alone with the Ephor, she felt uneasy.

“I’m acting strictly according to protocol,” she retorted. “First, I need to establish myself in his thoughts, gain his trust. If I buzz around Constantin too insistently, he’ll lose interest in me in a couple of days. Is that what we want?”

“Your protocols,” the Guide muttered. “Feelings aren’t governed by logic.”

“Everything is governed by logic,” Sophia said dryly. “And you would do well to start thinking with your head. So stop rushing me. I know it’s not easy. But if everything were simple, this situation wouldn’t have arisen at all. I’m searching day and night in the sources for similar situations and ways to resolve them.”

“Is it really that bad?” Only now did Libby notice the dark shadows under the girl’s eyes, even though Ephors didn’t need sleep.

“A person can't accurately recall their past life or anyone from it. And they definitely can't see guides and describe them in detail. There's something more here than just a small 'gap' in the subconscious,” the Ephor said thoughtfully. “Does he still have panic attacks?”

“There was one, after he met you on the embankment.”

“I'm sure I'll find the reason for all this mess. Right now, I need time and as much as it takes.”

“What if he doesn’t have that time?” Libby asked, frightened.

“There is always time. Be patient. And yes, Elizabeth, stop waiting for approval from other Guides.”

“What?” she exclaimed, taken aback.

“I saw how you were glancing at the other Guides while performing. Trust me, it’s not worth your worries. Fear only hinders you from focusing on your own goals.”

“I understand. But this is my first mistake, and it’s already such a serious one. I’ve thought a lot about what I did wrong. My task was to inspire Constantin, encourage him to take bold actions, fall in love with girls and his creativity. Instead, he became gloomy and obsessed with his desires.”

“We all make mistakes. The only difference is whether you are willing to correct them,” Sophia dismissed.

The Ephor approached the sink to wash her hands when suddenly a woman in her forties emerged from the neighboring stall and looked around in confusion.

“Who are you talking to?” she asked Sophia.

Sophia tapped her index finger on the earpiece in her right ear, which Libby hadn’t noticed under her hair.

“I have a theatrical production coming up. We’re constantly rehearsing.”

“Well, I wish you good luck,” the woman said with a smile as she headed for the exit.

Guide Kanis, following her charge, rolled his eyes and shook his head at them.

Libby wanted to drown herself in that tiny bathroom sink.