"You gonna get out from under my table son?" Jack quirked a brow, looking simultaneously amused and annoyed. "If not, I'll hand you a brush and you can scrub the floor while you're down there kissin' it."
It was only then Liron realized he had subconsciously dove off his seat at Hilda's most unexpected appearance. Though he knew who she was, and they had been in the same institute, Liron and Hilda had never really crossed paths, but that didn't change the fact he was absolutely terrified of her. He couldn't explain why either.
"My apologies," Liron said with a sheepish smile. He quickly clambered back into his chair and dusted himself off. "I was a little startled is all…"
"Uh-huh," Jack snorted and shook his head, then returned to tending his bar. Liron watched him for a few moments, then looked back at the bottle sitting in front of him on the table and sighed.
