Your eyes are hardening. Are you wary of me, hmm?"
The senior leaned forward with an amused chuckle, her hands pressed over her mouth unable to hide the curl of her lips that reached the light in her golden amber eyes.
She was clearly enjoying herself. Relishing my reaction.
She was teasing me.
As much as I despised the thought that she was merely using me for her amusement, I responded in a grounded, low voice.
"Do I have any reason to be... senior?"
She leaned back softly, offering no direct reaction.
"No. I'm not going to hurt you, Vic."
She twirled golden strands of her hair around her finger, looking down at me like something cute and interesting.
I tried to keep my expression placid, but my brows inevitably scrunched up slightly.
"Then what do you want from me?"
My voice came out a little sharper than I intended. It was obvious — I was slowly growing more and more impatient.
