She lifted an eyebrow, with her hand paused in the mid-air.
Noticing the direction where Ivaan's gaze was directed at, Ahi furrowed her brows in confusion and turned back, only to narrow her eyes in the next instance.
Her fingers tightly curled into clenched fists, and her eyes abnormally cold, looking at the source of Ivaan's flinched reaction.
She turned back to Ivaan with her usual mocking face, all the traces of her unusual coldness disappeared within that tiny fraction of second, " I will be waiting downstairs." she said, banged the door shut, and got down from the stairs ignoring the person whose gaze could blow a hole to the back of her head.
Ivaan: 'What the hell happened between these two?' he thought, shivering at the sensation he felt back at breakfast and a few seconds before.
'Man! That guy is ridiculously cold.' he added.
He sat on his bed, with his legs crossed, holding his chin, and contemplated on the situation at hand.
