Know you better than you

"How do you know I was looking for something?" Persephone smiled as she sipped on her drink. She shouldn't feel giddy hearing him say all those words? But hell, she was. 

Has anyone ever seen a person as complicated as her? The person who couldn't even hate someone she wanted to. Sometimes she wondered if she was a wicked witch in her last life and God sent a villain like Santiago Vitello just to torment her slowly. 

As much as she did not like him, she still felt sensitive to every word he says or every action he does. 

Slowly, Santiago turned his head to look at her as he responded. "I know you more than you think."

It wasn't wrong to say that Santiago knew Persephone more than she did. All her tiny gestures or actions weren't unnoticed by him. Even for the things she didn't know why she did, he knew all the time. It wasn't deliberately just a natural action to him. 

Persephone snorted at his audacity. "Do tell?"