Zeiss shrugged, "I never really celebrated it after my mother died, so I must've forgotten. Perhaps Gianna or Lincoln knows." He spoke so casually that Eleven gaped at him, her astonishment palpable in the dim light of the carriage.
"You're unbelievable." She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief, while he merely stared at her, an enigmatic glint in his eyes. She was the only one bold enough to call him such a thing. "I will ask Gianna then. We should start celebrating your birthday." She concluded, and he nodded in agreement.
"How old are you even? Don't tell me you don't also know that one?" she pressed, curiosity dancing in her voice.
"I bet you know my age, little girl. Why ask?" he replied with his deep, casual tone, causing Eleven's cheeks to heat with a sudden rush of embarrassment.
"W-what are you saying? How would I have known?" she blurted out, biting her lip as she turned her gaze out the window, avoiding his penetrating stare.
