"It's been a while since I came here," Tyson mused, glancing around the elevator as it descended. Seraphina and Alex stood beside him, both lost in their own thoughts.
Alex sighed, crossing his arms. "Why are we even here? I could be training or doing something actually useful."
"Like what? Flirting?" Tyson whistled, smirking.
Seraphina's piercing gaze turned to Alex, her expression angry.
Alex stuttered, "W-What? Don't listen to this idiot! I would never flirt with other girls!"
"He's not an idiot," Seraphina said, narrowing her eyes. "And I know you very well, Mister Alex Rogers. We will discuss this later."
Tyson struggled to contain his laughter as Alex visibly tensed. He directed his gaze at Tyson instead, his eyes dark with irritation. "You and I, Tyson. Once I'm done with Seraphina, we're sparring—I want to see those seven power points in action."
Seraphina smacked Alex's shoulder. "How can you threaten your own brother?"
"He's not my brother."
