Genre: slice of life, family
“So. First impression?” Leora asked after Edmund left.
Lavi raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re asking this now?”
“It’s good to have a second opinion,” Leora argued.
“And what? If I say he’s not good you’ll fire him? Because I can do that.”
Leora frowned. “That’s mean.”
“What’s wrong with the other candidates? Lavi asked as he settled into his chair.
Leora leaned against his table. “What’s wrong with Edmund?”
“He’s a guy.”
“What if he does this and that to you while you’re sleeping?” Lavi’s fingers rapped the table in growing agitation.
Leora drew back. “He won’t do that.”
“How do you know that?” Lavi shot back.
“He has three younger sisters. Protecting girls is in his blood.”
Lavi’s fingers stilled. “And you know this… how?”
Leora folded her arms and smirked. “Research.”
“… You’re a stalker. My sister is a stalker.”
The smirk fell.
“What? No. I’m not!”
Lavi made a show of rubbing his chin. “Maybe I should be protecting him from you instead.”
Leora spun over the table and starting slapping him. Lavi blocked with his arm.
In the end, they never found out what Lavi thought about Edmund.