Kyle stood patiently for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Noa’s voice broke the quiet. Her earlier certainty seemed to have crumbled away, and her eyes darted everywhere but his face as she spoke.
“Although you may think otherwise, I’m not completely empty-headed. I do have feelings, you know.”
“Feelings, you say?” Kyle teased, raising one eyebrow. “You hide it well, indeed. Sensitivity, however—that is a different matter altogether.”
“Keep mocking me, and you’ll find yourself nursing more than a bruised ego—I’ll aim for your shoulder this time,” she responded, a glimpse of her fiery spirit making itself known.
