“Yeah? I’m glad.” Something in Obiora’s voice had Ejiro’s eyes snapping open, meeting the ones of the man sitting across from him. Obiora’s pupils were wide and dark with something that filled Ejiro with an odd awareness, his lower belly turning molten with unfamiliar heat. His pulse began to race, and his breaths came fast. He quickly looked away, frowning, wondering if it was the heat from the soup that was making him feel so strange.
