Teaser ;)
The office is quiet, Adrian stands at the desk, fiddling with some papers for a documentation project while Anya stands across from him, looking uneasy. The principal, Adrian's father, is still absent, which leaves the two alone.
Adrian l...
Anya stepped into the studio wearing a fitted camel-colored top with black lace peeking out from underneath, paired with high-waisted jeans cinched by a brown leather belt. Her silver chain necklace glinted under the studio lights, casting a soft glow.
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It was buttoned, unlike the picture
She was mentally cursing him-"itna guroor kis baat ka hain isme? Gadha kahi ka! Mann toh aise karta hai muh pe gaali du isse!"(What's that useless attitude in him? Donkey! I really want to curse him on his face right now!)
Adrian’s fingers faltered on his guitar as his gaze flickered to her. His eyes lingering on her longer than he intended, his jaw tightened as he realised and quickly looked away,masking his reaction by pretending to adjust the tuning.
Tyler gave a small chuckle. “Hey, Anya! Nice outfit.”
“Thanks,” she replied coolly, her eyes skimming over Adrian as though he weren’t even there.
She walked over to the keyboard,it wasn't her usual spot,she could play the keyboard though, cuz of Arav. Her hands brushing over the keys in thought.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “Decided to dress up for us today, princess? Or just hoping to outshine your own lack of talent?” he remarked, his voice dripping with mockery and something else she couldn't quite place.
She snapped at him, her honey-brown eyes blazing. “Not for you, that’s for sure,” she retorted, one hand on her hip. "And...as of talent, I guess I'm here cuz of someone's invitation,not like I was 'dreaming' to join your band." Her voice annoyingly smooth with a hint of sass.
Tyler sighed at their-whatever this was, “Oh no, here we go again.”
He was secretly enjoying this, even though concerned about how they gonna make music when this was the condition- looking like they'll rip each other off.
Adrian’s knuckles tightened around the neck of his guitar, his frustration bubbling,gaze sharp laced with calm yet irritating confidence.“You think you can pull this off just because you’re wearing.." his gaze travelled to the delicate black lace bra peeking out subtly "Cute, but it’s not going to help you in anything," his voice now carried a sudden professionalism,"I'd appreciate if you'd focus more on the band-"
“Is that your way of making conversation, or are you just incapable of keeping your mouth shut?” she said softly, her tone laced with a calm yet pointed edge even though her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression smooth but her annoyance simmering just beneath the surface.
She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly, her gaze meeting his with steady coolness. “And just so we’re clear, Adrian, that's not very professional of you to comment like that.”
Tyler's gaze glancing between both. His eyes were in shock- Adrian never went to such a height, infact he never cared to notice or comment on someone's appearance or fit.
