Zheme placed the empty dishes into the sink before turning to face Lexie. It was now dark outside, the breeze cold against his skin, lifting every tiny hair that protruded from his pores.

He was sleepy, eyes droopy after having to deal with Lexie's attitude, his presentation and cooking, yet it seems, Lexie was as lively as a kid who just ate sweets.

She was glaring daggers at him, her eyes seeming like a threat that could slice him into nothing, but he wasn't scared, instead, a smirk twitched at the left corner of his lips and a sudden vigour ran along the strings of his heart. "Why are you...