Banter and Bad Timing

The sharp cadence of Kira’s voice hit him first, slicing through the quiet like a whip. Her words tumbled out rapid-fire, each punctuated by the jab of her finger.

Roth leaned casually against the hallway wall while Kira stood in front of him, arms crossed, mid-rant. She pointed a sharp, scolding finger right at his face, voice rising with every word.

“…and if you ever interrupt like that again,