I hate that look. Her gaze was so cynical as if she was threatening me. Her eyes were beautiful, but she used them to glare at me scornfully. She seemed like she didn't want me to be too close to Andre, even though I was Andre's coach and teacher.
It's troublesome—the maid is troublesome.
"Ah..."
Even just to speak, I had to argue. I was disturbed by the look in her eyes. I got goosebumps, plus, the transfer from hot to cold places made my body temperature rise.
I'm not too comfortable in an air-conditioned room when I'm out of a hot room.
The lure of thinking to myself, I chose to approach Sylvia.
"Um… Sylvia? Or... Via? Or… maid?"
"Just allow me to choose one."
"Oh..."
Should I thank you for this?
"Okay, Maid. I-"
"Just call me Via."
"...Okay."
You told me to pick one, but it turns out... Never mind, forget it!
"Via, I want-"
"You can call me Sylvia too. Oh, Maid looks cool too. So you can use all three names."
Her cynical gaze turned instantly to confusion.
