her head tilted to the side unconsciously as she can't help but wonder, what went through his mind when he greeted her, with a smile that looked so genuine on its surface. was it just for cover up? or was there other plans in his mind? it often surprised her, unsure which expression will he put on each day. inconsistency wasn't her thing, nor indecisive. thus she was unable to imagine being in his shoes, figuring out the reason behind his mask, nor its purpose.