Well.. This is awkward. Coco thought as she kept a forced smile on her face.
The table was tense, the air between her and the other two mediators thick with animosity, mostly it was because of the silver haired mediator, but still, the air around them was suffocating.
Zaque's and Quizen's departure had left the three of them alone together, the silence between them awkward and uncomfortable.
The silver haired mediator loathed his wife and it was quite clear to ever who would walk past their table, his body language closed off and hostile— every look he cast in her direction held a mix of anger and disdain, his face not betraying his contempt for her.
Coco, for her part, was wary and uncomfortable, but she kept a smile on her face as her gaze darted nervously between the mediator and the doorway.
