"Seth. Nice to see you." One of them acknowledges with a smile that shouldn't be called a smile because it is a bad smile. The other lady is just looking at Mr Seth, and I, though her attention is more on Mr. Seth than on me. Which is luck, I assume.
"Mia." Mr. Seth responds to the first girl, who seems to be the chatting one since she greet us first. "And Mai. How are you doing?"
"No need to ask. We know you don't care." Mia responds, her not-so-good smile is unwavering.
She has her brown hair, pulled behind her into a ponytail, and few strands are left at either sides of her head, making it draw down her cheeks. The mode of her hair brings out the elegance of her green eyes, which is now having a taint of crimson red, and her whitish light skin glows under the light bulb. It tells v
