Avelina took a deep breath.
"I will not mess up your things anymore,"
"It's okay." Draven looked at her. "You can do whatever you like, I don't mind. You do not have to switch and try to be this weirdly organized because of me. I will just rearrange it to my liking. It is not a big deal."
He ruffled Avelina's hair and tucked a few strands behind her ear.
Avelina flickered her eyes, not sure what to say.
Draven straightened up and extended his hand out for her. "Let's go. You must be hungry."
Avelina nodded. She grabbed his hand to stand up to her feet, but in a swift movement, Draven swooped her into his arms in bridal style.
Having not expected that Avelina let out a startled gasp. She looked at him. "Draven, what are you doing?"
"Can you walk?" Draven seemed genuinely confused.
