“Aren’t you supposed to be at the office today?” Chet greets with a frown when he sees Amaya sitting in her chair, sipping her green tea, “I am in my office tho,” she shrugs and Chet knew immediately something's wrong with her.
“Spill,” he nudges her side and she huffs, “There’s nothing to spill unless you want me to spill this green tea then fine,” she sips the warm drink and still her eyes didn’t meet his questioning ones, “Do I need to point out I know you since birth and can detect when you lie?”
“No but it’s getting tiresome when you keep mentioning it,” she traces the lips of her cup, her face blank, “Amaya Sabina Peterson, what’s bothering you?” he takes the cup away and pulls her hands with his, forcing her to face him.
“Nothing, you won’t care about me anyway,” she pouts and tu
