*Sasha*
“We were not discussing your ass,” I said flatly, scowling at this man I seemed cursed to run into over and over again. I must have done something terrible in a past life… like murder.
“It was either that, or you were calling your supervisor an ass, and I’d rather go with option one, wouldn’t you?” Lucas said, arching an eyebrow.
I felt my cheeks get hot. “It… I….”
“Or maybe I should pretend I didn’t hear anything at all?” Lucas suggested with a casual shrug.
I grabbed the peace offering with both hands. “Option three, please.”
“I thought you might lean that way,” Lucas replied.
I fiddled around my desk, organizing things that were already meticulously organized while Lucas cast his eyes on me, then at the sketches that peppered the walls between my bed and the window, taking up precisely half the room.
“You’re very… tidy,” Lucas said after a while.
I stopped fiddling around with a folio. “Tidy?”