"Oh you!" Levi exclaimed, at the rooftop, glancing over the stairs, hearing the cracking sound of tiles. Maya awkwardly smiled at him. Levi got up, holding out his hand to Maya, who blinked twice in confusion.
"I can't let you fall. Hold my hand," Levi said, his voice full of concern. Maya felt the sincerity in his words but also felt a bit awkward about holding his hand again. She looked down, shaking her head, clearly rejecting Levi's offer.
"It's really okay, Mr. Thompson," she said softly.
Levi pocketed his hand as Maya spoke. He smiled, even though he felt a twinge of hurt. He watched her carefully, making sure she reached the bottom safely. As they sat together, Levi handed her a snack from his pocket. Maya looked at him in confusion.
"You're skipping lunch, aren't you? Have it," Levi insisted, his eyes gentle but firm.
"Thanks," she said, taking the snack hesitantly.
"Something's bothering you, right?" Levi asked, glancing at her with genuine concern.
