C52 Why are you crying?

"Why are you crying?" Drake asked, taking my palms in his hands as he shut the car door. Tears continued to roll down my eyes, and I sniffled, while Drake drew me closer to him. With concern on his face,

"Tell me what's the problem baby?"

I wiped my eyes with my hands, and he inched closer and took out a handkerchief from his pocket which smelt like lavender, and wiped my eyes