"You never fail to amuse me Miss Hiccups," he said, bluntly.
Evelyn stared at him, knitting her brows. Her eyes gave him a cold look, cold like ice. She was about to retort, the opening of the door caught her attention.
A man, around in his early twenties, entered the room. He looked at the two people standing in awkward silence. By the look on the woman's face, she appeared to be pissed off at something. He glanced at the man who held a grin on his face as he looked into a file.
"Good morning," he greeted them with a nervous smile.
Evelyn smiled at him politely, greeting back and thinking to brush off Elric's teasings.
"Myself Alfred Nobell," he introduced himself, looking at Evelyn as Elric appeared unconcerned.
"Evelyn Walford," she introduced herself and added, "pleasure to meet you, Mr Nobel."
"Pleasure is mine. Well, it's Nobell with double L's," he said, correcting her.
"I see,"
