27. Requests

“Flirting,” Sona repeated.

“That’s what I just said, yes,” Taos said.

“With me.”

“With you.”

“Why?”

Taos slicked his hair back from his forehead, which she found glistening with sweat. It was hot inside the shop, even if the sun was falling. “Why do you think?”

Objectively it was obvious. But Sona d...