For the nth time that day, silence prevails as the two sole occupants of that room engage in this indecipherable telepathic battle, exchanging meaningful stares.
"Such a smooth talker... I bet ladies were throwing themselves all over you when the world's still a better place," Anastasia quipped with a mockingly amused simper, scrutinizing his ambiguous reaction.
"Well, I don't really treat everyone the same way... Just what are you thinking about now, Sia? You seriously don't believe that you're pretty?" Zen coolly reiterated, expression aloof, while he proceeded to tie her hair.
She only remains quiet, not bothering to answer such a ridiculous question. That's until he leans towards her ears out of nowhere, initiating an intimate contact.
With his half-lidded crimson orbs brimming with unclouded admiration, he then lets his breath brush her skin as he musters an enticing smirk.
