Helga's hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface as she glared at Aron. "You were the one who changed the dating plan I made for Esme, weren't you?" she demanded, her voice sharp with frustration. Aron, however, didn't seem fazed by her anger. He turned away from her, calm and unbothered, and casually began to sort through his wardrobe.
"Yes," he replied simply, not even sparing her a glance.
Helga's irritation flared hotter at his indifference. With a quick movement, she marched over to him, stepping in front of his path to block his movements, forcing him to turn and face her. The clothes in his hands slipped from his grip, falling to the ground between them.
