"What the heck, Esme?" Helga said, walking over to her sister and lightly swatting her on the head. The hit was so gentle it barely counted, more of a gesture than an actual reprimand.
"Who did you drag in here this time?" She sighed, looking mildly exasperated but not truly upset.
Esme rubbed her head, not that it hurt, but more out of habit than anything. "What? Isn't this who you've been talking to all month? I just did you a favor." She grinned cheekily, clearly enjoying the situation far too much.
Aron, still standing in the doorway, was struggling to piece together his emotions. He had expected to see Helga again, sure, but not like this.
Not with Esme teasing him and putting him in the most awkward position imaginable. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he finally forced himself to meet Helga's eyes again.
