That same pleasant voice, delivered with that same infuriatingly gentle tone.
Anthony stared at Zlatan for a moment before forcing himself to smile.
"Hi, again..." He adjusted the shopping bags in his hands. "Do you need something?"
Zlatan tilted his head, his smile remaining unchanged.
"Not particularly. I said goodbye to Blake and Myles, then continued my stroll. Since I'm all alone, I thought we could talk a little more."
Anthony's mouth twitched.
Talk?
He glanced down the corridor, then back at Zlatan.
"Ah, I see. That's... nice of you." He took a small step backward. "Unfortunately, I'll have to leave as soon as my cousin comes back, so—"
"No problem."
Zlatan took a step forward. Without the slightest hesitation, he leaned against the wall beside Anthony.
"I'll wait with you."
Anthony went quiet, staring at Zlatan's profile.
