Entangled with my Lifelong Enemy
“You need a break, Jayden.”
“Zendaya—”
“Don’t ‘Zendaya’ me,” she said firmly, her gaze unwavering. “You have been working all day, and I’m making you stop.”
Jayden sighed once again, running a hand through his hair. He looked at her. He was indeed tired, and the coffee didn't seem to be helping in keeping him awake.
Looks like that was what happened when one drank too much coffee, or maybe his case was the special case.
“Fine,” he relented, leaning back in his chair. “But only because you’re scary when you’re mad.”