His cheeks were flushed, his grin wide and flashy. He looked perfectly fine, if not great. Yet, he'd called in sick.
"I thought you said you were ill!" I half-yelled.
Damien grinned in response and stepped aside to let us in. Leo walked into the house but I was still transfixed to the spot, glaring at my enemy with the most hatred I could muster up in that second.
"Well, clearly, I'm not."
"Then why'd you stay at home?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest and continuing to hold my glare level with his amused gaze.
"For fun," he said with a shrug. "You know, if you don't step inside, I'm going to close the door in your face even though I am trying to be the perfect gentleman."
I snorted. Right. Perfect gentleman. He sure was a dreamer. Nevertheless, I took a step inside and followed the two to the living room. The television was on, blaring some music in the background when we entered the area and sat down on the couches.
Damien turned the TV off and turned to face me with a grin.
"So...about the project..."