But at the same time, even though Yelena was already grinning from ear to ear, her heart bursting with joy, ready to pounce on Mika and shower his entire face with kisses like an overexcited puppy, she couldn't just go leaping into his arms so easily.
No. No, no. She had her pride. Her dignity. She wasn't some cheap woman who got a little happy after giving a gift and then melted like chocolate under the sun.
No!...She was Yelena, the terrifying, graceful, dignified guardian of humanity! And also the woman Mika needed to treat with utmost respect and utmost sweetness.
She expected effort. Charm...Even poetry, if possible.
So when Mika, like some dreamy prince from a romcom, extended his hand toward her and called her name with that smile that made her knees almost give out, she...resisted.
She planted her feet. Arms folded. Chin lifted. Waiting.
