“I’ve bought back the snacks you lent me.”
Darius typed the message on his phone, read it once then clicked on the send icon.
Seconds later a reply came. “I shared them with you; there was no need for you to refund me.”
He read the reply and nodded his head, typing a reply of his own. “Does that mean I can eat it? You sure you don’t want it?”
“Touch even one of my Mochi and I’ll make sure you never get a single job in the whole of Seattle.”
Darius read her reply and snorted. Was she really being so extra over one silly snack? Without bothering to reply, the noirette placed his phone down and went back to what he had previously been doing. He ruffled his small hand towel around his hair in a bid to get out the water and then after a while, he tossed the towel away and exhal
