Gina smirked as she read Alexander's text, a small amused huff escaping her lips. She was still typing a sarcastic reply when a sudden chill brushed against her skin, making her shiver.
"Why do I suddenly feel cold?" she muttered, placing her phone on the table. As she turned her head, her eyes narrowed.
Sean was staring at her.
But not just staring, he was practically shooting invisible lightning bolts in her direction, the air around him buzzing with silent accusation.
Gina blinked. "Are you throwing glares at me, Sean?"
He didn't answer at first. His eyes remained locked on hers, unflinching and unreadable. But there was something else there too… something unmistakably annoyed.
Then, slowly, he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees like a detective ready to grill a suspect.
"What do you think you're doing, Gina?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm.
Gina's brow arched in confusion. "What?"
Sean didn't move. He simply pointed toward her phone, then to her lips.
