Envy was the type of girl to say anything to anyone. She was irritated? Sensitive people had better not talk to her. Who were they to have the audacity to cry in front of her?

But for whatever reason, you could silence her with a glance. Envy didn't like it, but whenever she saw the disapproving gaze, she immediately fell silent.

She'd snapped at the drummer for something small. "God, can't you keep a beat? That's your job!"

Then, she felt your hand on the small of her back and froze.