"I expected you to refuse a little more."
Vera said bluntly as she led Ezra through the crowd of guests and students.
The open grounds of the Mix Arena remained crowded despite the number of club display activities taking place in different areas.
Students moved between booths while guests stopped to watch the various activities, and the noise of conversations mixed with the occasional cheers and applause coming from nearby sections.
Ezra walked beside Vera, allowing her to hold his hand as she led him through the crowd.
"And risk having you do something crazy?"
Ezra replied plainly.
Vera stopped walking.
"Are you calling me a crazy lady?"
She turned sharply toward Ezra.
Both of them came to a stop in the middle of the open path. Vera still held his hand, standing close enough that Ezra only had to lower his gaze slightly to look directly into her dull black eyes.
Their gazes locked.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
"I don't think I spoke a foreign language."
