Something subtle shifted in his gaze at the word entitled. Vessara held her ground anyway, even though her pulse was starting to betray her.
"You can't just show up here and expect me not to ask questions."
"I can do whatever I want," Vael said.
"Yeah. Right. You make a stupid rule, you break it. You took my number, didn't call, didn't text—nothing. And now you are here…who are you?"
Vael watched her. He noticed the hurt in her expression. "You're angry, I didn't call?" He asked.
Her eyes narrowed. She scoffed. "Do you think I sat around for three weeks waiting for your call? I have more important things to worry about than a call from a stranger." She pointed at her apron.
His attention dipped briefly to the small logo stitched on the chest.
"I work. I study. I have a life. I have responsibilities. So you don't get to disappear and reappear like I'm just available."
Something in Vael's gaze changed entirely. Her reaction pleased him more than it should have.
