Azalea let out an aggravated sigh as she held Mikhail tighter.
"No matter where I've looked, I can't seem to find the stupid thing!"
Clink. Clack. Clink. Clink.
She stomped the floor angrily, causing several of the small glass bottles on the ground to shake, roll, and even bounce off the ground for a second. Mikhail meanwhile was glad to have moved his foot at the last second.
"You've got to be a little more mindful than that, A-Z. You damn near crushed my foot," he said while patting her back, following it up with a nervous chuckle.
"Ah- Shit."
The two released each other from the pleasantly warm embrace.
"Sorry," she said, scratching the side of her face with her index finger. Looking to the side bashfully.
"Just be careful, and we're good. More importantly, though, you haven't had any luck finding the key?"
"Not even a little. The only thing I've managed to find was this."
