"Have you been looking for me, perhaps?"
Hendrix's tone was teasing, touched with a kind of smug charm that made Florian want to groan. The faint tilt of his lips made it even worse—he looked flattered.
Florian's jaw tensed, his fingers curling against his sleeves. He wanted to scowl, but the sheer audacity of Hendrix's expression already had him grinding his teeth.
Hendrix chuckled, a low sound that grated against Florian's nerves. "Now, don't look at me like that, please. It's going to hurt my poor, aching heart."
Florian's arms crossed tight over his chest, the movement deliberate, defensive.
His voice sharpened as he cut back, "Seriously, I need answers. You suddenly appear in my life, telling me about a past life, and then you just vanish into thin air? Of course I'll be looking for you."
'This is how the original Florian would probably react right?'
