Doberman

“Do you want your passport back?” He stared straight at her eyes that were clearly shining under her short bangs. “…Give it back.” “Then you will have to work hard for it.” While she was chewing the meat in her mouth hard, the next piece of meat came into her mouth right after. Avoiding it was not as simple because she thought the fork would become a weapon in this man’s hand. The meat that she barely chewed and fell over her neck in chunks. “What should I do to get it back?” “While growing up, did no adults tell you this? You can’t just say what you want, so don’t say it like that.” A large chunk of meat could not fall over and felt stuck somewhere in her throat. Sarin clenched her fist and tapped her chest. “Hmm…” “Well, if you’d just spent that money on laundry, we wouldn’t have had a chance to face each other like this. Don’t you think so?” It was a simple favour until the money was received, and then it was malice. Owen’s interest borders on malice. His golden eyes glistened. It looked like a completely crazy look, it gave her goosebumps from the inside of her wrist. “…My flight is just around the corner. I have to go back.” Not interested in feeding anymore, he laid down his fork carelessly. She could hear the sound of metal hitting the plate. “That’s your situation.” Word is that her situation is not over yet.