Irina acted before she could overthink it. In one swift motion, she stood, pushing Astron back into his chair with just enough force to make him sit down without resistance. Before he could respond, she moved deliberately, settling herself onto his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her hand held her cup firmly, and her posture was poised—but the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her internal turmoil.
Astron blinked, his sharp purple eyes widening slightly in genuine confusion. For a moment, he seemed completely thrown off, his calm composure slipping in the face of her unexpected action.
"What happened… out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with bewilderment. He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing slightly as if trying to decipher her intentions. "What are you doing, Irina?"
