"Lexzandra." The voice is sharp, and Lexzandra turns to see Nikolai narrowing his forest green eyes at her. His presence is imposing, the accessories on his outfit shimmering under the warm light as he steps forward.
Lexzandra's thoughts race. She wonders what he wants from her now. His expression is stern as he approaches. "What are you doing?" he asks.
She shrugs, holding up the cupcake as if the answer should be obvious. "Eating a cupcake," she replies, her voice calm but questioning.
Nikolai huffs in frustration. "Are you looking for trouble?" he snaps.
Lexzandra is taken aback, confused by his reaction. "What do you mean?" she asks, trying to understand his sudden outburst.
He steps closer, his presence commanding as ever. Without warning, he takes the cupcake from her hand. "You're allergic to raspberry," he states flatly.
