"So Alina... Can I call you Alina?"
I asked her. She was still looking nervous from my earlier teasing, cheeks faintly flushed, eyes darting between me and the plate in her hands. So Daniel really sent her to keep an eye on me. Cute choice.
She just nodded quickly, barely lifting her gaze. I could see her fingers grip tightening on the plate, knuckles paling slightly.
"Place that plate aside for now."
I told her. She moved carefully, setting the plate on the bedside table facing toward me so I could reach it easily.
"Call me Eva."
I reached out my hand with a smile. She looked stunned, ugh, she's too slow, then finally extended her own.
We shook hands. Her palm was warm, a little clammy from nerves, but her grip was surprisingly firm.
"So how long have you been working here?"
I asked as I reached for a juicy watermelon piece I had been eyeing the whole time. I made the move to pick it up only now because I was sure it didn't have any seeds, and it was perfect.
