I don't flinch, my attention fixed on the printer room. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me be anytime soon. And I know I’m playing a dangerous game but I just do no want to lose my focus.
Luca's eyes narrow, intrigued by my snobbish self. He trails behind me silently, observing as insert the drive into the computer and begin to navigate through my files.
The printer hums to life, spewing out vibrant colors and intricate designs onto various thin sheets of paper. I scrutinize each page, my eyes scanning for any signs of flaws.
"Stella?", he calls out to me again.
Luca clears his throat, the low rumble breaking the silence. I remain engrossed in my prints, grabbing a pencil nearby to scratch notes on a piece of paper.
He scans the area, his gaze sweeping across the handful of em
