Adela's Point of View
I was caught off guard as a rush of wind escaped my lips; Primo and I are the sole occupants of this space.
"Primo, join me here. Let's sit down and engage in a meaningful conversation."
"Apologies, Apollo, but someone awaits me outside," Primo remarked, his gaze briefly shifting towards me before a smile emerged.
"Primo, take a seat," Archer commanded, prompting Primo to sink into the chair with an air of reluctance. Sensing his hesitance, I took the initiative.
"Primo, please sit. Surely, the person outside can exercise some patience," I suggested, and he exhaled audibly, about to move towards my side. However, Apollo interjected.
"Primo, don't sit next to the lady. Take a seat closer to mine; it's a more suitable arrangement," Apollo suggested, his voice composed.
"Are you attempting to exert control over me, Brother Apollo?" Primo queried in a chilly tone, but I interjected, capturing his attention.
