When Kaija arrived at the dance studio the next morning, two boba teas were already in her hands.
She handed one to Dani, and they both sipped until Antony's temper hit the roof once more. He kicked them out of the dance studio to finish their drinks, as if he hadn't let them eat breakfast inside before already.
The two girls left the room with pouts on their faces, which wasn't even surprising to Antony anymore. What did surprise him was that Kaija didn't seem to remember the mumbled conversation they'd shared in the elevator, or even how he'd carried her back to her flat the night before.
A sulky feeling crossed his chest as he settled back into his usual corner of the room, though nothing showed on his face.
Perhaps he was right to give her that nickname, dummy, not just for being a total dummy at dancing, but for how she was, evidently, an actual dummy.
Or perhaps, he should feel glad that she didn't remember a thing.
