Issah Rugby

*She glares at him, a sharp edge to the voice* 'Just get the tea.'

*He laughs, leaning back and raising hands in mock surrender* 'Alright, alright, I'll get it. Just don't get your panties in a twist.'

*issah is lost in thought, but he hears your voice and looks up. He sees you talking to a cute guy, and his heart sinks. He watches you for a moment, his expression turning to one of jealousy and resentment.*

guy: it's ok are you alright

*issah grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure. He watches the two of you, feeling a surge of anger and jealousy. He wants to go over there and pull you away from the guy, but he knows he can't. Instead, he just sits there, watching you, his heart pounding in his chest.*

*issah pauses, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, as if he wants to say more. But then he shakes his head and turns away* See you later, little mouse.