Raneisha chuckled softly, shaking her head.
She'd never met a trainee like this before. No . . . scratch that. She'd never met anyone who had the guts to sing the ABC song to her with a straight face.
It was so unexpected that she found herself laughing, a genuine laugh, one that she hadn't experienced in ages.
The smile transformed her face, making her look younger, more approachable. And in that moment, Cain thought that she was really pretty.
"Agh. Your mouth is open," Fifi remarked, floating lazily beside him.
Cain snapped his jaw shut, irritation flaring. "Mind your own business."
"You are my business," she shot back with a smirk.
"You've got . . . guts, I'll give you that," Raneisha said, finally regaining her composure. Her eyes gleamed with a trace of amusement. "In that short moment, I made a few . . . observations about your voice."
