Annika smiled coolly, and sidled casually over to Fin, only this time she was the one to invade his space. As he turned to face her, placing down his knife and carrot, she stood close enough that if she bowed her head, it would touch his chest. “You need to watch what you say, Fin. One of these days that frank opinion of yours is going to get you in trouble.” “Another excellent reason for me to avoid people,” he said, trying not to focus on the faint smell of spices coming from her.
