You aren’t speaking to her. Not a single word. Sevika first noticed your ignorance at breakfast and assumed your were in some brat mood. She hadn’t had time to deal with it before work and hoped you’d be normal by the time she got home. You weren’t.

And finally she was getting pissed. It was dinner now, and as much as she would’ve liked to ignore how much of a pain you were being… she couldn’t.

Sevika’s glare was unwavering. Infact she wasn’t even eating, her irritation with your behaviour was beyond frustrating and she’d just about had enough.

“Alright fine. Have it your way.”

Next second she was standing over the table stalking towards you, her tall muscular figure combined with her pissed off expression created an even more intimidating picture.