"Arien Valern! Are you sleeping on the job?!" Tyra Azelin yelled, her head leaning above his face.
"I'm up!...I'm up!" he mumbled as he jumped up, ready for a fight. His boyish short hair was all over the place, and his gray eyes were on alert for no reason. He rubbed his eyes in that cat-like manner that pisses her off.
She slaps his hand off of his face, blushing slightly. He doesn't notice her blushing.
"Why did you do that?" Arien asked angrily, rubbing his stinging hand.
"Well...because..." she stammered, blushing even more as his eyes glowed in the moonlight.
"Because..." he repeated, snapping her out of her trance.
"Because...you know I don't like that gesture. It reminds me of my cat, which died in the Apocalypse."
She looked away quickly, hoping he didn't see the lone tear falling down her cheek.
He noticed.
He was going to walk up to her to cheer her up when an explosion rocked the ground.
"Shit! The Omega found us!" Arien yelled as he dove for her.
Her eyes widened as he grabbed her and landed on the ground on top of her.
After a few minutes of silence, he opened his eyes to look around. When he landed on top of her, her shirt went up a bit, revealing caramel colored skin. He also noticed a little scar peeking from her stomach, going upward across her stomach.
He hesitantly went to pull her shirt back down, and his hand accidentally touched her skin. It was very smooth and warm, and he couldn't help but smooth his hand over it. He was surprised when the scar on her stomach went higher.
