What could it be this time? That was the question running through Gabriel’s mind, though he hadn’t voiced it aloud. He simply stood there, watching Clara as she sat eagerly on the chair, looking like a child denied candy.
Gabriel stood motionless for a second, his eyes fixed on Clara as her eyes shone with an eagerness that didn’t quite match the grumpiness she had displayed earlier. A part of him wanted to be mad at her. He wanted to yell at her to get up, probably even pull her to her feet. She had called him out for wasting her time, claimed she had urgent work, treated him with an unexplainable cold attitude, and now, here she was, sitting like a mischievous child with her gaze locked on the space before her.
But the other part of him spoke louder. It suppressed the other angry part.
