Silence.
A long, painful, stunned silence.
Camila and Nina slowly turned to her, horrified.
"…Abi." Nina gave her a deeply disturbed look. "Did you just say that out loud?"
Camila blinked several times, as if trying to clear her ears. "No, no—there's no way I just heard that from you."
Abigaille, realizing their strange gazes, immediately fought back.
"Oh, come on!" She huffed, crossing her arms. "You both should understand his appeal by now!"
Camila and Nina still looked at her like she had just grown three heads.
Abigaille, undeterred, continued, "You know how handsome he already is! I mean, just look at him!"
Both of them refused to turn back toward Kafka, but Abigaille went on anyway.
"And because of the smile he always has on his face, he's usually so warm and comforting. But at the same time…"
Her voice grew shyer, almost bashful.
"…When he shows this face of his…" She bit her lip slightly, glancing at Kafka's brooding, abyssal expression.
