Miller
I had never wanted to fight a piece of fabric more in my entire life. Every time Leo waves the obnoxious red Ferrari flag, I feel a vein in my forehead throb.
Leo, the man who usually speaks like he is reading a medical textbook and looks down on everyone for being illogical, is currently leaning so far over the VIP railing that he looks like an obsessed fan, all because of the blonde Filler boy.
"He's not even looking at you, Doc," I snapped, tucking my hands deeper into the pockets of my hoodie. "He's looking at the three thousand other people screaming the same thing. It's statistically improbable that he has heard you even once."
Leo didn't even turn around as he spoke. "Your grasp of acoustics is as shallow as your personality, Miller. Alaric has superior sensory perception. He knows I am here."
I rolled my eyes before responding. "Oh, he has superior perception now? Does he have X-ray vision too?" I scoffed, looking down at the track.
