Vyan stirred his tea with deceptive calm, the spoon clinking rhythmically. "Ah, I didn't drop by your office yesterday because I figured you'd be busy at that time," he said casually, eyes fixed on the swirl of liquid.
Iyana was unamused. "Idiot. As if you've ever cared whether I was busy or not."
"Hey! I'm not that thoughtless, you know."
She rolled her eyes so hard it was practically audible. "Anyway," she leaned back against her seat, voice tinged with suspicion, "why'd you suddenly drop by to see Her Imperial Majesty Celeste?"
"No special reason," he said far too quickly, before adding with a shrug, "Just felt like it. I haven't talked to Tia ever since that little… incident where I got arrested, remember?"
She raised an eyebrow, watching him a second too long. That answer didn't sit right.
