Heels clicked in a pace, coming toward him. The staccato rhythm is speaking. If he looks up, he can watch Kaya practically do a war dance toward him. A girl that petite should not have that kind of stride. But she does.

She slapped a hand down on the table in front of him, standing as a shadow over him. He can clearly see her eyes. They're full of stormy seas and roiling angry skies. "What the **** was that." She hissed, voice venomous to do the suit proud.