"What took you so long?" Isabella narrowed her eyes and gave Luca a suspicious side-eye, the kind that silently screamed, I will poke your eyeballs with this gourd if you sass me right now.
Luca, in all his dramatic glory, rolled his eyes like a full-circle wheel. "I was busy not dying under the weight of expectations," he muttered, flopping inside like a cat that had just escaped an emotionally taxing conversation with a butterfly.
Isabella sighed dramatically. She was starting to think there was a curse on her or something—every time someone started living with her or hanging around too much, they caught this bold bug. Suddenly they'd grow a mouth, an attitude, and the gall to act like they were equals.
Not that she hated it. On the contrary, she low-key lived for it.
