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