The moment I stepped out of my room, Natasha was standing outside, leaning on the wall just opposite my door with her head lowered. She must have come here but lacked the courage to knock, which is ironic because her arrogant and snobbish attitude was what earned her the title 'Witch of the West' in class, yet she was nothing but a pitiful cat in my presence.
'Love disarms and weakens people. Avoid it at all cost,' I reminded myself.
She quickly noticed my appearance, looking up to meet my gaze.
"Can–" Natasha froze as she noticed the clothes I had on weren't for normal outings.
It was a turtleneck leather sleeveless shirt, complemented by cargo pants fastened with a utility belt from which my Rai'ki blades hung, finalized with boots—all black. She noticed I had my Rai'ki gloves on before looking back up to meet my gaze with a questioning look.
"What's going on?" she asked with a slight gasp.
