He could feel her becoming more irritated with him by the minute, and somewhere in the back of his mind, in some small, petty corner, sparked a little bit of satisfaction. He was treading a thin line, he knew it well, but it had been a long week and this was not a place nor a time wherein he was gifted with as much patience as usual.
“Does your disturbing me not give me the right to ask?” He cocked a brow almost mockingly, as if daring for an explanation.
Even though Amelia felt like punching the man, she decided that fighting with him was useless, and would not end well for her. Besides, she still needed to order, and didn’t want to lose more time than she already had.
“Yes, and I’d love to discuss that some other time, “ she answered, already trying to make her way to the counter, “ But right now, I don’t really have the time, so would you excuse me?”