"You like him," Seb said, leaning against the wall of the hallway.
Nadia who had been looking out through the window at the bright sky, swung around, her eyes a dead giveaway because of how wide they went.
"I don't."
"Do you even know who I'm talking about?"
She blinked, shaking her head.
"I don't."
"You are a terrible liar."
"I'm not." She frowned, offended.
"So you are a liar then, a good one."
"I'm not." She whined.
"You are the best liar, there is," he patted her shoulder in false encouragement. "The best one that will ever be."
"Stop it." She shrugged his hand off. "I not a liar and I don't like him."
