Tyrell set the cup down on the table and stepped closer to her, his expression shifting to something more mischievous. "You're acting awfully nervous."
"I'm not nervous". She said quickly, though her voice betrayed her.
"Really?". He took another step forward, and instinctively, Leila stepped back. "Then why are you backing away?"
"I'm not". She insisted, taking another step back and Tyrell grinned, a step she took backwards, he took double forward just like hunting a prey.
And soon, her back hit the door with a soft thud. Tyrell smirked, leaning forward and planting a hand on the door beside her head in a classic kabedon pose and she could only hold her breath, why was he getting so close all of a sudden.
Tyrell, seemingly oblivious to her condition leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "You think I was great in the scene today?"
Leila blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "What?"