His eyes were soft and clear with a hint of a smile: "So?"
Before Lyra could understand what Morris meant by "so you," she heard him say, "Is it because you don't want her to disturb our world of two?"
World of two...
Lyra's cheeks instantly flushed hot.
She explained: "Sophia is at my house, later..."
"I know," Morris said, "I'll ask her to leave later, so there won't be anyone else."
Lyra: "..."
He emphasized the atmosphere of spending time together, just the two of them.
But she wasn't ready yet.
She felt embarrassed, wanting to stomp her foot, cheeks burning and pink. She had applied makeup in the day, and her angry expression, coupled with her oxidized evening makeup, made her face lively and vibrant.
He watched all her reactions, swallowing slightly, and with restrained eyes, said, "Alright, let's go."
They took the elevator up to her floor. Standing at the door, uneasily, Lyra entered the password.
This was her first time inviting Morris into her home herself.
