Dammation
Akermisia narrows her eyes. — Adam. — she scolds me, her eyes narrowing in confusion. — Come outside… Now. I want to argue, but Akermisia is quicker. She gets to her feet and walks toward the door, forcing me to follow her. Before leaving, though, I throw one last murderous glare at the stranger, who looks even more uncomfortable. Satisfied that I’ve intimidated him, I go after her onto the sidewalk outside the diner. As soon as the door slams shut behind me, Akermisia turns to face me. — What do you think you’re doing? — she asks, crossing her arms indignantly. — Wasn’t last night enough? — What am I doing? — I scoff. — I’m not the one who disappeared all morning and got caught having lunch with some i***t who’s way too comfortable around you… — Way too comfortable? — Her face twist
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