Finally taking notice of the figure, Mekoa cursed under her breath.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell is</span>he<span style="font-style: italic"> doing here?</span>Her body tensed while her eyebrows folded with distrust. He had no right to be here! She was doing a perfectly good job! Why did he always have to ruin her fun?!<br/>"Excuse me a moment, dear. I'll be right back," Mekoa didn't even bother to disguise the coldness from her usually up beat voice. She walked over to the man and subconsciously loosened her wrist blade. If it came to a fight, she would be ready...