Carmen
"We're in this together!" I snapped, only to break into a cough the next second, the irritation hitting my throat hard. It annoyed me even more when he was already at my side before I could recover, holding out a cup of water like he had been expecting it.
He offered it and I took it.
I sipped slowly, letting it ease the dryness, about to speak again—but he didn't let me.
"…Did I say we weren't?" he asked.
I turned to glare at him, saying the truth he clearly didn't have the guts to admit.
"You think they'll get to me, and you'd rather keep your carefully made plans to yourself," I told him.
He just looked at me.
Didn't deny it.
Didn't even try.
He took the cup from me after I was done and walked over to place it at the far end of the room, where the table had been set. Calm. Unbothered. Like none of this mattered as much as it did.
There was a small smile on his face when he turned back.
