Kafka tilted his head, intrigued, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Clumsy, huh? I gotta see that side of her soon. Sounds like a whole different person."
Abigaille nodded, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his neck.
"You will, Kafi. She's got layers, that one. Back in school, before I really knew her, I was terrified of her, just like everyone else...She was so dominating, barely showed any emotion, always had this unreadable face. No one could tell what she was thinking."
"But then one day, I saw her true side—tripping over her own feet, blushing when she dropped her books, muttering to herself like a total dummy."
"...I realized there was so much more to her than the ice queen act."
Kafka chuckled, the image of Olivia stumbling and blushing a stark contrast to the knife-wielding fury he'd just faced.
