Steve Burton stood at the door, slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with disbelief. In the next second, his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't like carpets, so under the sofa was the smooth, cold marble floor, and she was sitting on it, wearing nothing.
Without thinking, Steve walked straight up to Ruby Gregory, leaned down slightly, patted her shoulder and asked in his usual cold tone, "What are you doing squatting here?"
Ruby didn't respond to him at all.
Steve frowned. Was she angry and refusing to talk to him?
After suppressing his feelings for the night, he felt much more relaxed, and his tone unknowingly lightened, "Didn't you hear me asking you a question?"
As he spoke, Steve patted Ruby twice more, using a bit more force this time.
Ruby still didn't move a muscle.
The overly still Ruby made a bad feeling rise in Steve's heart. After patting her twice more and finding no response, he quickly crouched down in front of Ruby, "Ruby? Ruby?"
