Chapter 342: Arabian Heights

Hinata folds his arms. "Hold your horses, miss." 

Izna does, only for dramatic effect. She turns on her heel and raises an eyebrow at him, folding her arms, questioning what she must have said wrong.

She narrows her eyes at him, hoping he would not read too deeply into her words but when she notices no change in his expression and her attempt at intimidation not working on him, she drops the act.

"You don't have to," Izna clarifies, knowing what part must've irked him in her earlier sentence. "But I've heard good things about you on the streets and one of the events' coordinators told me you helped formulate a spring menu for the local restaurant at Minor Village. You'd be good with the task."