Isabella's POV.
“Was he mean to you?” Mekka leaned closer.
I swung my head gently from side to side.
“No.”
“Did he say something stupid?”
“Certainly not.” Two lines dug deep into my forehead as the frown steadied on my expression.
Mekka sighed. She placed down the hot cup of cocoa she held with both hands and shifted away, adjusting to where she was meant to sit before.
Her expression changed. Her forehead tightened, her throat moved up and down, and her lips were in a thin line.
She didn't look upset or annoyed at me, but she wasn't exactly so excited at the answer I gave her.
I peeled my hands off the mug she had given me too. While talking to her, I didn't realize the heat from the mug was burning my fingertips. I didn't care. I was too engrossed in our conversation.
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