~ KATALEYA ~
“With pistachios please,” I say politely to the ice cream vendor, trying to ignore the attention I’m getting from a group of young men. My cheeks are flushed, and I move closer to Enrique, feeling self-conscious of the stares.
At the same time, I don’t want him getting mad. If he gets mad, maybe he won’t. I pout.
Do I want him to get mad?
He’s trying to contain his aura, but I can feel his irritation radiating off him strongly enough. He’s stronger… ever since what happened last night, there’s a shift in him. But I wonder… if the darkness returned, would it be stronger or weaker?
“And you, señor?”
“Nothing. We’re done,” Enrique replies coldly as he pays. I glance up, surprised. Doesn’t he want ice cream?
“Here you go, señorita.”
I thank the man, accepting my cup of ice
