FIRA'S POV
"Fira! Carter needs you." Saza called me while I was cleaning the table in the kitchen.
"Huh? Why?" I bit my lips. That was supposed to be my thoughts, but it went out.
Crap. Sometimes my blabby mouth harms me.
"Do Omega give permission to ask, huh!" She stepped slowly to me, causing me to move away. I was trembling when I had no space at my back.
"Sorry, Madame."
"Make it fast! The miners are hungry!" Saza pushed my back. I almost fell on the ground. Fortunately, I held on to the corner of the table to support my balance. "Faster!"
I ran towards the hallway, going to the carpeted front yard. I saw a man standing in front of the cart of coffee.
"You must be, Fira." I watched the formation with the grin on his lips.
"Yes." My voice was stuttering.