"What are you doing here?" Kaija asked, raising a brow at the man.
"Work," Antony muttered, without explaining further.
Through the elevator's reflection, Kaija could see his gaze fixed on some distant spot in the small metal box, rather than on her.
"Work?" she pressed, shooting him a skeptical look.
"Work," Antony repeated, his lips barely moving.
Annoyed that she wasn't getting the answer she wanted out of this stone of a man, Kaija mumbled, "You sure you're not in the wrong building? This is the Production Building, not the Performance Building."
"I'm aware of that," Antony replied curtly, making Kaija frown further in confusion.
Letting out a long sigh, the girl gave up altogether, her face drawn tight in displeasure.
Over the past month, though her dancing had made significant progress thanks to Dani's meticulous guidance and support, her relationship with this supposedly main instructor of hers still remained as lukewarm as ever.
