"Do you want me to take you seriously?"
Sensing her gaze on him, Dante turned to face the violet rose. She was leaning on her hand, her head tilted slightly. The right side of her face was no longer veiled, allowing him to see both of her eyes.
Her smile felt a little different at that moment. Her lips, covered in the same purple as her hair, arced in a gentle curve. They glistened under the faint light, appearing strangely inviting. Rose raised her glass, taking another small sip. Licking her lips, she looked at him once more, her eyes conveying a clear message.
Holding her gaze for a very long moment, Dante pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn't going to fall for it. Not again. Turning away, his eyes fell on his half-empty glass.
