P Corp's director stood near the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the exchange between me and the inngirl with an incredulous expression.
His face practically screamed: What is wrong with you? Who flirts with a Cursed Spirit?
'She isn't a normal Cursed Spirit though.'
The thought suddenly came to me.
But…
'She is a normal Cursed Spirit. Why did I think she isn't normal?'
I was confu-
Eh. Who cares.
I leaned casually against the counter and looked at the inngirl, who had clearly been avoiding my gaze since I stepped inside.
"I didn't think you would sulk just because I was gone for a day. What will you do if I'm gone for longer in the future?" I teased lightly.
Her head snapped toward me.
"I be not sulkin', ye daft landlubber!" she snapped, glaring at me. "Think ye too important fer that, do ye?"
My smile only widened.
She 'gritted her teeth' and turned sharply, moving to another counter to continue working as if I no longer existed.
Naturally, I followed her.
