"Poppy, you need to stop doing that, seriously," I said, irritated.
"You told me to leave, so I took what I came for, or in this case, who I came for," he said, smiling, but I didn't find it funny. And I didn't say he should leave; I said he should take his fight outside.
"Why did you want to see me?" I asked, dropping the topic.
"I told you I'd be back," he said, and my mind drifted to the kiss, the main event of my thoughts for the past two weeks.
"Oh, umm… okay," I said, looking away.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"A lot better. Now that no one is draining my magic, I feel more… alive!" I replied.
"Not that," he said, closing the distance between us.
"I… I'm fine," I replied, feeling awkward. "Well, that's over, so can I go back now?" I asked with an awkward laugh.
"No," he said. I've heard this line before. "Why did you tell me to leave?"
