"Look, I appreciate the effort whatsoever you're trying to help with but my emotional state is currently sponsored by 'Do Not Disturb.' Maybe try again when you've got a PhD in 'unwanted opinion'," Amaya drawled, her voice laced with a bitterness that barely concealed the tremor in her hands.
Demi's jaw clenched, the muscles in her neck tightening as she stared at Amaya. Her own eyes were now like chips of ice, reflecting the harsh sunlight. "Well, aren't you quite experts in avoiding the issue?" she spat, her voice a venomous hiss that seemed to vibrate in the very air. "I'm sure your 'Do Not Disturb' policy is very effective at... what, exactly? Because from where I'm standing, it looks more like a masterclass in running away, Amaya!"
