A little argument somehow got to this—it was starting to get a little bit heated.

He was stoic and unserious which annoyed you further, making you gesture your hands more and more expressive. You keep talking and growing frustrated at his small reactions and his smug smirk.

“Fix that tone before I do, hermosa.” He comments, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, his eyes boring into yours with that damn smirk still evident.