Outside the court, everything seemed to fade into the background as Gregory Savoy stepped out, a smug smirk plastered across his face. He adjusted his tie with an air of confidence, relishing in his moment of victory. This was a many of first as far as he was concerned.
He glanced at Autumn who stood a few feet away, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury and frustration. This is what he liked about her. She gave such honest reactions. He was always mesmerized by them.
Unable to stop himself and not even wanting to stop, he walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Or at least tried to. She seemed to have developed some radar against him, and jumped away just before he could feel her. And then she glanced at him with hostility. He felt a thrill of excitement at her expression. So adorable.
"You still think you will win, don't you, Autumn. But you are wrong. You will lose this war just like you lost today's battle." He mocked her.
