Alex’s POV
Anna was staring at the mirror at first, her face seemed to portray a worried look. But she also had this suspicious look that seemed like she was secretly plotting something.
I would have ignored her if she hadn't turned to look at me in an unruly manner. I felt my skin crawl at her looks. But I didn't want to show that to her. Not at all.
She had a displeasing look on her face when she saw me coming in. It almost seemed like she was reacting to a bad odor of something that had crawled up and died somewhere in the restroom.
"What happened?" I asked, feigning ignorance of why exactly she had that face on. "Or is that the face your mother gave birth to you with? If so, then I understand why you're so grumpy all the time around me. You cannot stand being around a beautiful
