The moment Isabella shouted "Hurry up, join me," Osiris froze like she had just thrown a spell at him. His eyebrows twitched, his lips pressed together, and even his ridiculously pretty eyelashes fluttered in offended disbelief.
For a full heartbeat, his brain broke.
Just minutes ago, she had been threatening to smack him with her fan and calling him a creep.
Now she was commanding him like a personal servant.
He lifted his chin slightly, trying to maintain dignity.
"Oh?" he said, voice dripping with wounded pride. "So now you need me. A moment ago you wished to banish me from your sight."
Isabella didn't even turn around. She was aggressively scooping rice into a giant basket like she was packing treasure stolen from a dragon's den.
"Let me be very clear," she said, blunt, sharp, and vibing with main-character energy. "I still don't want you near me."
He blinked.
She continued, "I still want you to stop following me."
He blinked again, slower.
