She wasn’t going to push anything. Instead, she was only going to push some files into his arms. She was done with them and she wrote all her reports- now he just needed to look over them. Her hands were now tucked into her pockets as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
“Files for you. That’s it. You want anything? I’m going to get something to eat soon.”
Food always cheered her up.
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❝!❞
It seemed she has lost her patience with him. As she gave him the reports he told her from earlier, Nahyuta’s brows furrowed. She was concerned of him, and oh how he wished he could tell her about his situation…
❝Thank you, Ms. Skye. And– perhaps you can get some palabokfrom this Filipino restaurant next to this building? We shall eat together when you come back.❞
She wasn’t going to lie- she did need something. Of course, she wasn’t going to ask about it now. Instead she digs into her coat pocket, pulling out a semi-clean rag. Don’t worry, there’s no chemicals on it- no one is going to get hurt. She’ll just shove it into his hands- gently.
“But it’s not that important. Besides, I can’t have an upset prosecutor.”
Ema is so awkward right now. Please bear with her.
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❝!– … Detective Skye, I am fine.❞
He is not fine… Nahyuta could feel his father will never forgive him for what the monk has done against the Defiant Dragons. This is the biggest sin he ever committed to his own father, even if Ga’ran blackmailed him about Her Benevolence. Taking deep breaths, he looked to the detective with his calm jade orbs.
❝I sent my prayers to the Holy Mother for this blessed day, and your day shall be blessed as well… Now, do you have something to discuss?❞
