❛❛ are you sorry? ❜❜
“Me? Sorry? What–excuse me?” She must have heard the male wrongly, Lyra blinked incredulously at Bomin. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She blinked at the male, balancing perfectly on the spinning chair as she twisted her body round and round endlessly. “I swear it wasn’t me that spilled something on your computer.” The sparking computer lies like a sad piece of machinery on its end, quite a troubling distance away from Lyra and her odd fascination with a spinning chair.
“Apologising for something that I didn’t do isn’t in my bloodstream, unfortunately.” As catastrophic and problematic Lyra was with computers, this time--she really hadn’t been the culprit to knock over the liquid onto the working computer. It had been the stray cat that had leapt over and onto the the table in the coffee shop that had been the culprit. But Lyra supposed, with her track record, it was only safe to assume that she was the only truly at fault. “So, its a definite no, I’m not sorry.” She paused for a moment, watching his sparking computer with dark eyes, adding only after a slight pause of a moment. “But I do feel sorry for your computer though. Its more of a pity sense rather than an apologetic sense, that’s the saddest part of it all.”