A Siren

Moments later, they were seated in the glasshouse house, two mugs of tea on the coffee table in between them. It was obvious that she refused to look at him, and he... Well, he spent his time staring at her.

Sophie had her hands wrapped around the mug, his eyes staring at her red nails now. They were long, flattery in a way.

Nine's were shorter, and pink.

Lior blinked now. Why was he thinking about her?

"I must be the most ridiculous person you've ever met."

Lior looked at her now, clearing his throat a bit before saying quietly, "Have you met me?".

She looked at him now, letting out a small chuckle before taking out her handkerchief to dab at the corner around her eyes before taking in a small sniff and saying, "You're not ridiculous... I'm the one— I'm the one that rejected you and yet, I'm coming to you when I was rejected too."

"That's not ridiculous," He said, shaking his head. "You need someone that'd understand what it feels to be in that position and that's what I'm here for."