"The way you talk gives me butterflies."
...
"I was only offering," I hear a man's voice say timidly, but even from the position I'm standing, all I see is a black coat and Sasha's back.
"Is Sasha talking to her dad?" I ask Zubair, who is tall enough to look at the man Sasha is talking to, but he is deliberately trying not to look in that direction; instead, his eyes are focused on Emily, who is huddled next to Cole, being comforted by him.
Zubair sighs and nods his head at me. "The lesser you know, it's better, Naira," Zubair advises me, "You don't want to get involved in this. Just look at Emily." He tilts his head towards her, "She can't stop herself from getting involved even if she could. That's just how a family is." He looks at me with a pained expression before his eyes dart to Ayan, who has crept on us and has been standing next to me.
