Zoya was momentarily confused, not expecting such an initiative from Denver. The melody that started playing was familiar to her - slow and lyrical. Such one would be perfect for couples in love. And completely unsuitable for the two of them.
"Why such generosity, Christian? You were avoiding me all evening, as if I was an especially infectious virus," the girl put her hand in the man's palm and approached him.
Their size difference was so striking that they could well have played the main roles in Beauty and the Beast. Denver would play the role of the Beast, of course. Her small and fragile figure was lost behind the broad back of the man as if the girl was not even there at all.
"Why such persistence in wanting to meet with me, Zoya?" the man asked.
She gave him a killer look as if she were taking aim at what the red dot in the center of his forehead would look like as a target. But after the silent battle of two glances, she lowered her eyes.