Strange

MALIA’S POV

The way he spoke like I was some kind of puzzle that needed to be solved with carefulness offended me but for someone who had risked his life to save me from the wreck of rouges, I am sure getting furious at him is not one of the ways to show my appreciation.

So instead of scowling at him like I intended to, I decided against it last minute and strolled toward him with purpose. He had saved me, so a little word should not get me all riled up.

Unhurriedly, I slid into the chair sitting opposite of him all the while he glanced thoughtfully at me.

It seems like my theory again has once been proved wrong. I thought with the way he looked at me upfront that he might have figured out a lot of things about me but now that I was close enough to read his gaze, I found out that he was trying to figure me out just the same way I was trying to figure him out.

“Who are you?” He didn't hesitate to ask as he let his hands out of his pocket and set them on the table that was between us,