"You really did."
As soon as the words left his lips, Irina felt a surge of embarrassment wash over her.
It was as if a veil had been lifted, and she suddenly found herself exposed, her vulnerability laid bare for Astron to see.
Quickly regaining her composure, Irina straightened her posture and smoothed out the creases in her clothes. She couldn't afford to appear weak or vulnerable, not now, not in front of him.
"It's not like I did this because of you or anything," she muttered, her tone defensive as she retreated back into her usual confident facade.
But even as she spoke, Irina couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered in the pit of her stomach. It was as if a seed had been planted, one that threatened to take root and grow into something much larger.
"….You really are something…." Astron mumbled, shaking his head.
'It is just like Irina's thing to say.' He muttered inwardly.
