The man was standing opposite, leaning lazily against the wall. A sports T-shirt with bare shoulders was very tight and highlighted an already impressive chest.
Emily felt like a small hobbit next to a huge orc. Only this orc was quite cute and smiling sweetly. The latter was especially frightening.
"Why do you, Miss Hayes, first you eavesdrop on other people's conversations, and then pretend that it never happened?"
"I don't understand what you are trying to say, Mr. Denver." Emily turned away. Hmm, what an unusual pattern is on the wall. She hadn't noticed it before.
"Are you sure? Because the smell of these pastries let me know that you were somewhere near long before I even came to you." Christian shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. He looked unusually pleased, although Emily didn't think there was much to be happy about.
