Afina had her eyes gawking at the young man who had stopped her.
The butler addressed him briefly before walking away, she noted.
She started to size and calculate who he might be. From the casual jean and white t-shirt he wore which a baggy jacket had covered the most of, Afina decided he was just a commoner.
Maybe a plumber boy or someone from the slum.
Of what right did someone like that have to order her to halt?
Clearing her throat with her hands going to her waist, she decided she would give him a piece of her mind.
"Whoa..!" she heard his exclamation as he approached her. "How are you in the high house?"
The way the cap was covering the better part of his face arouse Afina's suspicion. What if he was a thief?
Yes, he was definitely a thief. That explains his dress code and sneaky attitude.
But would the butler speak to a thief and even allow him to walk away?
"I think the question should be, how are you in the high house?" Afina frowned at him intently.
