Anton watched Adriana's back as she spoke, and his brows slowly furrowed. Her response had been direct, sharp even, and it caught him off guard.
He had approached her with a smile, soft, friendly, charming, but she rejected him with a coldness that was impossible to ignore.
"Why do you act so hostile every time I speak to you?" he asked, unable to restrain his frustration. "I haven't done anything to you. If there's a misunderstanding..."
Adriana closed her eyes for a brief moment and exhaled, as if summoning patience.
"I am not obligated to explain myself to a stranger," she replied calmly.
Anton smiled, trying to lighten the air. "We're only strangers because we haven't spoken enough. If we talk more, we'll naturally get to know each other. That's how people form bonds."
Adriana chuckled, not kindly, but as someone amused by something only she understood.
