The phrase "smooth talker" was supposed to be an insult, yet somehow, when Elian said it, each word seemed laced with a touch of affection.

Miranda never imagined she'd be called that. Was that really a fitting description for her? She thought she'd be the last person to earn such a label.

But with Elian, logic rarely applied, and honestly, she couldn't be bothered to argue. She had learned to just roll with his antics.

"They must have told you quite a bit, including who they are and what they want?" Elian suddenly began.

Miranda nodded. "Yeah."

Elian frowned. "Yeah? Come on, can't you use more than one word when you talk to me?"

He couldn't stand it when Miranda gave him the cold shoulder or acted aloof. And he was the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve, especially around her. Whenever he had something to say, he'd just come right out with it.

Miranda recalled a term she'd stumbled upon online, used to describe people who were sharp and often expressed their needs clearly - a high need baby. She couldn't help but think how well it suited Elian.

back, "Well, how about 'yeah, right?

conceded, "That works too,

back a grin, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. The way Elian acted so needy around her, yet maintained his "Icy Demon" persona with others, amused her to

contrast only made it impossible for her to

what they've told you, all decisions are yours to make. Like I

carrying a calming effect like a gentle breeze over stormy seas, gradually soothing the waves into

Elian seemed so different from his usual self. Miranda glanced

raging sea, full of tumultuous energy ready to unleash its force. But now, he

previous conversation when

glinting with emotions she hadn't felt before. "Of

decisions should never be influenced by others. She wasn't bound by societal

hers washers alone, and every choice she made

and today's events. That's why

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