Marsai's POV
Dessie moved closer to me, and smiled. “Hey, Hana! Fancy meeting you here!” She said sarcastically.
Hana’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, it hardened slightly.
She flicked a brief, dismissive glance at Dessie, barely acknowledging her greeting, and then fixed her gaze back on me, her eyes holding a mix of disappointment and something else—accusation?
It made me even more uncomfortable.
“Hey,” Hana said, her voice flat, devoid of any warmth. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
"Yeah, well, we’re… uh… just doing some Valentine’s shopping,” Dessie said. I could still hear the sarcasm in her voice.
Oh, dessie.
“Right,” Hana said, her tone also dripping with sarcasm. “Valentine’s shopping. With Dessie.”
The words hung in the air between us, thick and heavy with unsp
