C39 FIGHT ON
Rubin fidgeted, his lips instinctively curved in a sheepish smile while he stole glances at Laura whose eyes were darted and slightly biting on her lips– lost for words.
"What were you thinking?" She mumbled in a near whisper as if Mya could hear her; Rubin gesticulated with a creased brow.
Mya gazed at him, edge-on with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" She queried
