It wasn’t bewildering on how bland the state of one-on-one meeting was. You sighed, nodding but not really focusing on the words that spewed out of Miguel’s mouth. Your sights were set on Miguel’s eyes, then his fangs, in which it moved down to his chest. They were big, like breast. You tried not to cackle at your thoughts, only a snort coming out. Your episode was paused by Miguel’s fingers snapping together, and you were met with a stern expression.

“ Are you even paying attention? “