Amaya, resting her head on her hand, narrowed her eyes at Seth, suspicion swirling like a storm behind them. She licked her lips, a nervous habit, and leaned forward, her brow furrowed in disbelief as she watched Seth flipping through her notes with all the enthusiasm of someone counting bills. Zeya, sitting beside Amaya, glanced back and forth between the two, her expression a mix of confusion and concern, as if she were witnessing a bizarre game show where the stakes were her sanity.
"Bark before I attack," Amaya declared, her voice slicing through the tension like a knife, while she bit her inner lip, frustration bubbling to the surface. Zeya's eyes widened as she shot a look at Seth, who remained blissfully unaware, his fingers dancing over the pages as he licked them like a banker counting cash, utterly unfazed.
