Phei felt erratic and emotionally scrambled in a way he couldn't quite name, there was a buzzing, restless disquiet that sat somewhere between embarrassment and irritation and couldn't decide which one to commit to.
And the embarrassment was the strange part, because he genuinely didn't know why he should be feeling it;
...he'd done nothing wrong and had walked away instead of arguing with her, choosing dignity.
He'd been the bigger man on a rooftop while a woman he didn't know accused him of being a stalker in a building his money probably owned the whole night.
And yet...
The embarrassment was still there.
Because somewhere in the thirty seconds before walking away, Phei had been thinking about making a move on her.
'Of course friendly first — I am not an animal.'
He had technique and the range — but the trajectory had been clear in his mind.
