40.2 Day Job

"O-Obsessed?"

 

I raised an eyebrow as Anna started fidgeting in her seat, her eyes flitting from myself and back to her lap for a few seconds while her brows quickly transitioned from a frown of confusion into something more... panicked version? Why?

 

"I-I wouldn't call it obsessed," Anna defended, her hands moving in ways that denoted her anxiety. "It's normal to be clingy when you're close to each other, right?"

 

Oh, dear...

 

I mulled her answer as I kept half an eye on the few people that were looking at our wares. "I suppose so. But... Ever heard of personal space?"

 

"Yes, of course," Anna tilted her head to the side. "But I seriously don't see the problem with being close to your siblings."