Grey was seated in the study room engrossed in one of the books that were on the shelves when Vivian walked in. He did not lift his head, from the book in his face, to spare a glance at the intruder. "Everyone knows that when I'm in here, I do not like to be disturbed," he said, as he turned to another page of the book. "C'mon, Grey, are you keeping that policy?" Vivian spoke, and Grey became aware it was her, and yet, he did not raise his head to look in her direction. "It is my privacy, Vivian," he replied to her, as she sat on the chair opposite him, and sighed. "Are you still mad at me?" She asked him. "Is there a need to be?" He replied her question with a question. She stared at him, wanting to so badly reach out to him with a single touch, but she knew it would make zero impact him, rather, she could get a cold stare, just like the lots she had gotten while growing up around him. "Yes," she said, as she exhaled.
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