"Terry hates you," Valerie spoke in a singsong voice, ignoring the glaring looks of disdain sent their way.
"Get used to it, it's part of the trade," Zero deadpanned, stabbing his fork into the tough piece of meat he had rolling around his plate.
"If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. With the way they're staring, you'd think we killed their favorite pet," Valerie was having a field day with the new development, and Zero lost his chance to tell her he was asexual. Although, who could blame him?
The kiss was something. But he didn't want to repeat it. It served no purpose.
"You get used to things like this," Zero paid it no heed, he was just being hassled by the number 1000-1500. They weren't even enough as a warmup.
