Stefan’s POV
I ended the call with a sigh, sinking into the chair as the weight of the conversation lingered in the air. My fingers ran through my hair as I stared blankly at the floor, trying to shake off the frustration building inside me. The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts, and Wendy walked in, her usual frown in place. I noticed she’d dyed her pixie hair back to its original dark color.
She crossed her legs and perched on the couch opposite me, fiddling with her fingertips, clearly avoiding my gaze. I cleared my throat and muttered something, but it was barely audible.
She looked up, eyes glistening, her lips pouting as I said, "I greeted you."
Silence.
I repeated, a little louder, "I said hello."
She rolled her eyes and went back to filing her nails.
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