Nael
I’m still grinning when I turn back to Naya and gesture at her to give me a cup. She is squinting at me.
„You guys never come up here without a shirt or shorts and drying off first. Not after Mom had you mop up your mess the last time. So what—
Interrupting herself, her eyes go wide, and then she gives me an indignant look.
„You did this on purpose!“, Naya hisses.
„You knew she would be here.“
I just shrug, and since she is not complying, I round her to get a mug for myself. I wanted to get a rise out of our little ‚Miss Sunshine‘, sue me. I couldn’t even say why, but I like ruffling her feathers slightly. Especially because she can dish it out as well. Her comments never actually get to me. They are more funny than hurtful, but I weirdly like this dynamic.
And, of course, I
