Ray leaned against the alley wall, chest still heaving while he tried to lock his breathing back down. Milady was next to him, laughing under her breath, wiping the corner of her eye like she'd laughed too hard to keep it cute.
"Swear to God," she said, "your face when you ran was ugly as hell."
Then it dropped. The smile vanished in a blink. That sharp, cold look slid back on like a switch got flipped. A headache seemed to punch through her skull for a second, and the cocky dominant version of her shoved its way to the front again.
Ray stared at her. One minute they were laughing like actual friends. Next minute she was that same annoying stranger.
"Your other personality almost came out again, huh?"
THUD.
Her boot smashed into his shin before the sentence even finished.
"Fuck! That hurts!"
"Shut up." Milady looked at him like he was a bug. "Don't bring that up again if you still wanna breathe."
