“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it.
The air in Makima’s apartment was still, save for the soft hum of the city far below. Denji stood in the middle of the room, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look like he wasn’t nervous. His heart hammered against his ribs like a caged animal. makima gives denji reward
Denji’s brain short-circuited. Reward? His mind raced. Money? A new shirt? Maybe—no, don’t get your hopes up, idiot—maybe a date? “That’s all
“You’ve earned something,” she said, stopping just a foot away. She smelled like tea and rain. “A reward.” His heart hammered against his ribs like a caged animal
His mouth went dry. Every fantasy he’d ever had—every stupid, lonely dream from his shack days—flooded back. But standing in front of her , he couldn’t say any of it. She was too far above him. Too perfect.
“What kind of reward?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.