Sophia was getting sized up so weirdly that her big eyes were practically squirming under his brooding gaze.
Just as she was about to ask him what was up, Brandon beat her to the punch, "Mind if I come in and chill for a bit?"
"Not really convenient," she said.
But Brandon wasn't the type to take no for an answer just because of a single comment.
He didn't barge in, nor did he take off, but he just stood there with his eternally calm demeanor, giving off vibes like he wasn't going anywhere unless she let him in.
Sophia's voice faltered, and her confidence seemed to drain away involuntarily, "I'm closing the door now. Do whatever you want."
As she was about to shut the door, Brandon suddenly put his hand out to stop it and with a little push, he opened it and stepped inside.
Sophia was steaming. "You can't just be this shameless."
She and Brandon had never really had a spat, and she’d never really lost her temper at him. Their interactions had always been super chill, which made it pretty hard for her to get all up in his face now. All she could do was to shout at him with a voice that lacked any oomph, which, if anything, sounded a bit coquettish.
Brandon rarely saw her get mad like this, so he shot her a look.
And just like that, her fiery spirit deflated a notch.
"I'm going to bed." Even her explanation came out all soft and unconvincing.
"I'll leave in a bit," Brandon said.
Sophia hesitated, then let go of the door.
Brandon walked in and took a seat on the sofa. When sitting down, he glanced at the coffee table and noticed that the medical report that had been there was gone.
He couldn't help but look up at Sophia.
Sophia had a hunch about what he might ask.
"My health's really fine," she said, as she pulled out a blood test report from the top drawer of the dresser, "Just been eating poorly lately and got a bit of low blood sugar. Got it checked out today."
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