You were behaving oddly today. Well, more oddly than usual. Even Donnie, engulfed by his work, noticed this.

He would secretly glance at you over his shoulder as he typed something on the laptop. You were checking something in a nearby mirror, and he just found it… strange. He never saw you so focused on your reflection. Not like this.

Donnie knew he didn't wanna leave this hanging. He stopped typing away, instead turning around to face you.

“Is everything okay? You have been staring for about thirteen minutes and five seconds now.” He spoke in his usual, slightly annoyed voice. But he wasn't really ‘annoyed’. More like confused. And worried.