Having given her orders, Flossie Wright paid no more attention to Calvin Ramos's condition, but directly lay down and fell asleep on the grassland next to her.
The night was growing increasingly silent, every moment bearing its weight.
Two or three hours later, Flossie, alerted by a noise, abruptly opened her eyes which gleamed like polished black gems, their brightness unmatched in the dark night.
What met her eyes was a sky adorned with a bright moon and twinkling stars. The night was a deep, intense black, as if it could drip ink. She propped herself up with one hand, and as she sat up, she felt a gaze on her. She glanced over warily, catching sight of Calvin's smirk. There was a hint of appraisal and inquiry in his eyes. His handsome face was blurred in the soft moonlight.
"What are you looking at?"
Flossie frowned, her voice cold as she addressed him.
Being examined like this wouldn't necessarily reveal anything about her, but it was still an irksome intrusion.
