"Do I have to come over?" Cristian asked, ignoring the looks everyone gave him. "I don't know; should I come over?" Nebula asked, the emotions in her eyes too complex to detect clearly.
They maintained their gaze for a short while before Nebula stood up at the same moment he was about to stand.
Her eyes trailed down her face to her willowy waist, which swayed along with her tails. When she arrived, Nebula placed her left palm on the table, then gently fed the piece of meat stabbed with her fork to Cristian.
Taking a napkin, she wiped his lips, then turned her head to Lia. "Don't call me a kid. The age of a celestial is not counted from when they're born but when they perceive the world from their mother's womb."
"You heard." Lia had a smile on her face as she slowly chewed her meal. Her charisma was one that Nebula found threatening.
