"Are you deaf? I said who are you?"
Keisha internally cursed as the person rose their voice, and gathering courage, she turned around to face her discoverer. Holding the pizza boxes to her chest awkwardly, Keisha almost heaved a sigh of relief when her eyes fell on the person who'd caught her – it wasn't Luka.
Instead, standing before her was an extremely beautiful girl with bright hazel eyes that shone with suspicion, jet black hair that ran down her slim, tall figure, stopping at her waist and skin as fair as a pale moon.
Awed by the stranger's beauty, Keisha's mouth hung agape as she took in the girl's near-perfect features. Realizing she was staring like a fool, she immediately comported herself.
"Sorry. I'm Keisha."
The girl rose a quizzical brow, her untrusting eyes slowly raking Keisha's body. "And just what are you doing here? Are you some kind of maid?"
