In the long corridor outside the medical room, the lights were dim, and the smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air.Diana was fiddling with a bullet with her head down, her fingers gently twirling the metal casing, her eyes mesmerized as if she was in some kind of contemplation.
“Team leader.”
Bruce, who had pushed his way out of the door, greeted her in a gentle tone when he saw her.
Diana jumped at the sudden sound, the bullet in her hand nearly dropping to the floor. She looked up sharply, an unnatural blush appearing on her cheeks, and reprimanded in a raw, low tone, “Why are you talking so loud!”
Bruce froze, then his eyes flashed and he smiled without saying anything. He knew very well that reasoning with a woman whose emotions were unknown at this time was tantamount to
