“Next time we go on one of your shopping sprees,” I say, glaring at her, “you’re buying a proper coat, or I’ll buy one for you. Understand?” The corners of her eyes twitch, and a small smile pulls at her lips. “Congratulations.” I furrow my brows. “For what?” “That was a beautiful, complex sentence. You’re doing great.” Her smile widens. Is she teasing me? I narrow my eyes at her, expecting her to stop smiling under my mean glare. “Are you trying an intimidation technique on me, Alessandro?” “Yes,” I bark.
