Nash read the sheet once and closed it as quickly.
Bedrooms. Training. The gym. Both.
He glanced over at Saya. She was curled up on the couch, hugging her knees and staring intensely at the empty mug on the table. It finally clicked for him. All those weird, rambling sentences she'd been dropping for the last ten minutes suddenly made perfect sense.
Ah shit... She really want to be one of my girls...
Nash pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a massive headache coming. Oh, sure, he had it coming being nice and not very clear. For real this time, he was in deep shit.
"Ouch," he muttered.
He dropped his pen and turned to face her.
"Saya."
"Yeah?" she answered, way too fast, way too eager.
"Is there something you actually want to say?"
"No! I mean... what would I even say? I'm not... I don't have anything to..." She nervously tugged her sleeves over her knees. "It was just a talk. People talk, you know?"
"Right. Okay."
