Anna sauntered into his room with no pause for thought. “Sorry. You know it's Rich's party tonight, right?”
Joel narrowed his eyes on her as she hovered by his desk where he had his diary. It was wide open for that days entry. He'd not had a chance to organise himself before leaving.
“You'll be there, right?” she asked when he didn't reply. She was looking at him, almost scrutinising him. “Right?”
“Why do you care?”
She shrugged, her red hair flicking over her shoulder with the motion, her eyes luminous against the lamp light in his small room. “I just can't shift this feeling that something big is going to happen.”
He smirked. “So you're psychic now?”
“Hardly.” She tossed back. “I just...” The knot of her eyebrows made him realise she was being serious. She was worried about something; he could feel it.
“Stop it!” he almost shouted. She looked startled.
“I'm not doing anything!”
He felt his breathing escalate. “Stop feeling all those... things. It's bad enough that you bother me in person without having to share your stupid...”
Her eyes darkened; she flashed closer to him, making him jump. The paleness of her skin a bright white in the shadow. Her lips blood red.
“Don't call me stupid.”