Boris could tell that something was wrong.
From the moment he arrived to pick Lyne up, a part of him already knew that she was acting even more aloof than she was at her worst. The Lyne he knew wouldn't be this cold, especially after all the effort she put into entertaining his selfish requests.
"Are you alright?" he cautiously asked.
"I'm fine, Boris," Lyne coolly replied, her outward facade seemingly holding up despite what his gut was telling him. "I'm just feeling rather… off today."
'Off would be an understatement…'
Boris inwardly grimaced as he stared at his date. Their food hadn't even come yet, and he was already faced with the insurmountable task of finding out just what exactly was wrong with Lyne. Try as she might, he could see the small beads of sweat running down her cheek, the slight trembling of her lips betraying her true feelings even as she kept up with her impassive front.
'How do I fix this…'
