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You crossed your arms, trying to keep your composure. "Mr. Welt only treats you like a child because he's a worried man," you said, trying to lighten the mood.
Sparkle laughed, her tone mocking. "Focus on your inner voice, little one," she retorted, brushing past you.
You rolled your eyes and huffed, moving away from her. Aventurine kept his poker face, but you could sense a tension in the air. "Are you okay?" you asked, concerned.
He huffed in response, his irritation palpable. "Stop worrying about me. Why are you lying so much?"
You looked up at him, your heart racing as he stepped closer. "Why are you such a goody two shoes?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"Because I'm worried about you," you replied earnestly.
"Worried about a guy who treated you like trash?" he questioned, skepticism dripping from his tone.
"It was fine, though! As soon as someone disrespected me, you helped. You're a good man in your own way," you defended, determined to see the good in him.
He shifted uncomfortably at the compliment. "What about my tattoo?" he asked suddenly, his tone shifting.
You noticed how his eyes dimmed, lacking the usual spark. "What does it mean?" you asked gently.
