Chapter 16: Sector D [2]
"Excuse me, are you alright?"
Her voice was soft—like the brush of wind through leaves—laced with genuine concern.
I glanced up, meeting her eyes. Deep green, like polished jade. Kind. Wary, maybe. But kind.
A faint smirk threatened to tug at the corner of my mouth.
How considerate.
I smothered it quickly, replacing it with something gentler. A polite, disarming smile. The kind that said, Thanks for asking, I’ll be fine.
"Yes, I’m fine," I said, keeping my tone light, as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.
She relaxed almost immediately. I watched it in the way her shoulders dipped, the small crease between her brows smoothing out. That’s all it took—one smile, one practiced line—and she bought it.
Good.
I let out a soft sigh, a carefully measured exhale, like someone who’d just been offered a bit of kindness on a long day.
Of course, it was all fake.