"So, basically what you're saying is you have trouble performing under pressure." The remark was attached to a particularly snarky look that's cast down at him. "You should really do something about that. Maybe see a doctor."

The juxtaposition of his arrogance warranted a roll of her eyes that was tempered by a barely perceivable chuckle, and she pushed away from the couch, straightening up and walking around it to drop down in the seat beside him.

"Only one way to find out," she reasoned.

She shouldn't have. In fact, she shouldn't be there, if her gut feeling was any indicator. And she certainly shouldn't be making with the friendly banter. But, despite all the warning labels, she was.