"We already agreed to never talk about it, remember?"
"Yeah, so how about we talk about your overtime?" Chase groaned as he watched her lick her lips.
"Of course I know that there’s no need for me to work long hours to get on—although, in fairness, I probably work fewer hours in the winter than my colleagues."
"Ah, yes. Because you’re a creature of the night?"
And just like that, Amaya thought of her dancing years, of those jobs, of dancing and showing herself off in whatever nonsense she was told to put on. A creature of the night doing nighttime jobs. Nothing like her.
"Don’t you ever say that to me!" Amaya blurted out before she could stop herself. She was shaking with anger and stuck her hands under the table on her lap so that he couldn’t see that they were shaking.
"Say what?"
