Zane gulped as their eyes locked. Phoenix's eyelashes fluttered, long, thick and far too pretty.
"You smell like jasmine. I am allergic to jasmine." Phoenix's voice was somewhat cold.
Zane was transfixed before the words registered and he moved several steps backwards, leaving a considerable gap between them. His heart pounded with what he presumed was fear.
"Allergic? Then you should stay away and not come closer. What do you take? Epipen? There should be an allergy-resistant shot in the Department of Health? Let me change and we can go…Damn!" The more he spoke, the more panicked he was. "Wait, no time. I would call emergency right now."
He reached to press his Atlas when the person he was so worried about, held him back, "Calm down. I just think that I am allergic to the scent. My nose is itchy and I feel like sneezing, you don't need to call an emergency doctor."
