Carina's POV
"We have got to stop meeting like this" he chuckled while holding me up by my shoulder on both sides, his crisp, all black suit had a splash of color today, a maroon under shirt, at least I think it's marron, it reminds me of the perfect shade of dried blood, why did I have to run into this well dressed cocky grey eyes bastard of all people?.
My obvious annoyance didn't faze him, in fact he seemed far more interested, "Are you alright?, You feel a bit hot, are you running a fever…?" He moves to press the back of his hand against my forehead but I put both hands up and shove against his chest pushing him as far away from me as I could muster with shaky hands, and not so slight paranoia.
