“What’s wrong?” “Who is she?” My arms stay crossed. “Karmine. She’s a… colleague.” I turn in my seat so I can glare at him harder. “In health inspecting.” This time, when his eyes dart over to me, he reaches out and grips my forearm. “Stop that.” He pulls, dislodging my crossed arms. “Don’t be mad at me.” He slides his hand down until he’s holding my hand in his.
