With an unwavering glare, Saoirse sights never left Gian. The sheer sight of Gian's attempts to woo you was enough to send her temper into overdrive. In a calculated move, she spilled the water she held onto Gian's lap.

"Oh, I apologize. It was an accident."

She said, her tone is serious yet still cold. Gian grunted, annoyed, as he walked towards the bathroom. With a smirk etched onto her face, she turned her gaze onto you. Without breaking her intense stare, she asked, "Is he bothering you?"