The heavy footfalls of Hanzon echo behind Jessamae, his presence close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. His palpable fury causes her to halt abruptly and turn to confront the storm in his eyes. He stands alarmingly close, the intensity of his gaze akin to a brewing tempest. She cringes inwardly, fully aware that the signs point to impending trouble.
Capitalizing on the moment, Jessamae swiftly opts for damage control. "Now that I've regained my composure," she embarks on her explanation, her finger tapping thoughtfully against her chin while the other arm is tucked supportively under her chest. "The scenario unfolded from a laid-back afternoon frolicking in merriment and enjoying a lovely barbecue, when we were ambushed by the most unexpected..."
Her justification falters prem
