Author's pov
"You scared me! I lost my balance because you crept up on me like some kind of—of—" She struggled to find the words, her frustration evident in her flushed cheeks and the way her lips pressed into a pout. "I don't know! But it's your fault!"
Enzo raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. He enjoyed watching her get riled up, the way she went from scared to angry in a blink. It was oddly entertaining. But he didn't let his amusement show too much; instead, he let her stand on her own and crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly as if considering her. "You done?" he asked coolly.
Tiara huffed, her anger not quite subsiding but knowing that arguing with him would get her nowhere. She dropped her hands to her sides, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thanks to a certain someone, I lost my bag, which, by the way, had my keys in it. My dad isn't home, so now I'm stuck out here searching for the spare key under these pots!"
