Suddenly, a force slammed into them from behind, forcefully cleaving them apart. Amber's eyes, previously fixed on Clive, widened as she gawked at the unexpected interloper from head to toe—A vibrant red Santa hat anchored atop her head, a sleek trench coat surging as she moved, dark red crochet fingerless gloves, and slim-fit jeans nonchalantly loosening down her legs.

While Amber was demystifying this blunt intrusion, she couldn't help but notice the symptomatic signs of nervousness in her brown eyes, which darted with uncertainty, like a delicate snowflake trapped in a wintery gust. "Sorry!" she stammered, and with that, she spun around and flew away into the bustling crowd like a carefree chickadee in a snowfall.

Amber and Clive shared a baffled glance. Clive, disregarded, and raised his eyebrows, accompanied by a subtle smirk. He shrugged. Then, amusingly, he resumed their previous conversation by saying, "You can start your love bird hunt here!"

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Despite Amber's heart secretly pining for it, she unwillingly masked her desire with a playful retort, "Clive, I'm here to protect the gem, not for dating, you know?" then Amber's eyes sparkled with a teasing smile, a subtle lean forward, and a whimsical sway, as she declared, "Duty first, romance later!"

Then, with concern, Clive said, "Always work, work! Wouldn't hurt to have some fun, darling. Look around you—people are having fun."

"Oh, I'm looking around...but only for criminals," she remarked, adjusting her fictitious detective hat and displaying a vigilant expression.

Clive dramatically rolled his eyes and let out a comical sigh that seemed to say, "After all I've said, the workaholic strikes again!"

Hence, she continued to ruin his fun.