“Don't be so dramatic.” Nika crosses her arms, taking a deep sigh. She is without the classic skull makeup on her face, being only her grayish skin. “What does it matter if Damian and I are dating?”

Nika tries to think of what to say, this is difficult. The thing about two of you is difficult. If asked her what two of you were, she wouldn't know what to answer. Had this been a passing love? She is still a teenager, her love seems like shit to her. “You and I weren't dating, you shouldn't care.”