"Just for a little while," Missy said as she pulled open the iron folding gate, signaling that Raven's antique shop was finally open.
"The courier will probably knock or ring the bell. Or maybe call."
Raven watched her quietly from behind the glass display counter.
Missy, however, did not look at him.
Not once. Not even by chance.
Her face remained cold and unwelcoming, lips pressed into a thin line that clearly announced: still angry.
"Hm... tell me," Lucifer said lazily while sipping his tea beside Raven, "did you commit some kind of unforgivable sin?"
He studied Missy with blatant amusement.
"She's been like this since yesterday," Raven replied under his breath. "She only said she had a nightmare."
Lucifer hummed.
"Well. That nightmare certainly left a lasting impact."
Raven exhaled slowly.
"Yes. I noticed."
Lucifer glanced at Missy again.
"I swear I can hear the soundtrack of an angry cat every time she sighs, blinks, glares, breathes, or pouts."
