Gala

*Saphira's POV*

I sighed heavily. "I am no damsel in distress," I told Malik. Malik cocked his head to the side as if he was begging the difference.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I am," I muttered. "We're good then? Then I'll go and leave you alone, since you just told me that you are not very enthusiastic with me hanging around you," he said.

Malik was wearing a blue suit. "Where are you going?" I asked him. "Out…" He frowned with those thick eyebrows of his. 

I laughed. "I thought you were not into suites like these," I said as I pointed to what he was wearing. "And what if I am… " He narrowed his eyes at me. "No you're not," I snorted.

"Okay, fine," he said in the same tone I used before. We both laughed. "I really have to go though," he said. "Then why did you agree to tutor me today, just now?! Where are you going in that outfit?" I asked him. It seemed that he was contemplating if he should answer me or not.