"You're littleyoonie, right?"
Athasia flinched and then her amethyst eyes slowly widened. She gasped a little and then averted her eyes from the guy. "What are you talking about?" she exclaimed.
Max remained staring at her. Those blue irises of his feels like something that's ready to suck out the young miss' soul. He put the papers down and cupped his chin. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this,"
Athasia then gulped and felt the nervousness from that stare. "I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled.
"Heh?" Max smirked at this. "Do you want me to compare your writing style to this littleyoonie author in front of your eyes? I don't know why you kept on denying it but I can clearly see that you have a valid reason."
He leaned his back. "Well, if that's what you want, then I won't push any further."
