'Wh-what stupidity have you done, Seraphina? How could you lose your... in-in-indirect kiss to your er-errand boy?' Seraphina murmured inwardly, her eyes rolling in panic, her face burning with intense heat as the two cones trembled in her hands.
"Why are you eating my ice cream?" Vlad asked, his brows furrowing at her in confusion. His gaze dropped to the cone in her hand, then back to her flushed face.
It took her more than a moment to compose herself enough to respond. Her voice was shaky, barely controlled.
"I-I only wanted to check what was so good about this flavour," she replied, her lips trembling as she fought to keep her voice steady. "There is nothing special about it at all." She avoided his gaze, staring intently at the melting cone.
"But I just ate from there," Vlad said, his voice even, matter-of-fact. "Are you fine with that?"
