"What are you talking about Dahila? We literally have the same accommodations."
She eyed him dramatically. "Speak for yourself weirdo."
Zavier shook his head. Even after all this time, Dahila still looked down on everyone else. It seemed her sass and 'princess vibe' was never going to let go of her.
Without even a little regard to her host, Dahila sat down on the bed.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I am here? Where are your manners?!"
Zavier eyed her warily. Was she actually serious? How could she speak about manners when she had literally barged into his room uninvited? If he was a volatile person, he would have gone off on her like a nuclear bomb. But Zavier understood that this was just who Dahila was. And because he understood her, he indulged her.
"Fine. What's the problem?" he resisted the urge to add; and why are you invading my personal space?
