MALIA'S POV

“Malia,” I answered almost immediately.

“You're a staff here?” He asked. I nodded, blurting my second answer.

“Yes,”

Even with my eyes buried to the floor, I could feel the pressure of his stare on me. The way he scanned, trying to find a fault or something that would counter my lie.

“What wing?” I swallowed, finally lifting my head to look into his eyes. “What wing!?”

“I was just transfered to serve in the kitchen. I'm new,”

“That's not a wing. ...