Zeenia did not like this Shanaya, who moped at a dinner table. She liked the cool, confident version of Shanaya instead, who would be sitting there flirting with Zeenia, and regaling her with tales of adventures, cheerfully.
Zeenia folded her hands over the table, "I don't think you are below me in any aspect, Shanaya." Right now Zeenia was able to read the person who was sitting opposite to her, cowering in front of her, like a low-level staff.
Shanaya's eyes widened, caught in her thoughts. As the seconds ticked by in silence, Zeenia twiddled her thumb and hoped she did not break the poor girl.
"I never said you did," Shanaya said.
"I am serious. I don't care that you are ten years younger than me." Zeenia had a thought that chilled her. "Do you care that I am ten years older than yo
