The forehead of Lilith bumped into the chest of a male figure who had a broad body and an imposing feature.
Ever so slowly, Lilith raised her head as she stared at the young man who stood right in front of her with an excited expression.
Lilith sighed, taking a step back so that she could properly glance at the male figure.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Lilith interrogated through signed words.
The young man's face fell, his previously bright expression dimmed by the impact of Lilith's words.
His face, once glittering with charm and levity, transformed into a frown, a reflection of the hurt and disappointment that coursed through him.
"Can't you at least pretend that you are happy to see me?" He probed with a cold tone.
Lilith scoffed, rolling her eyes at his ridiculous statement. "Why should I pretend?" She inquired through signed words.
