"Travis, why did you ask me to meet you here?"
Frowning her deep big eyebrows, Eva grumbled at him fiercely reaching the top of the terrace. Travis was standing firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and devilishly smiling at her. He was leaning his back against the boundary wall of the terrace with a dark gaze towards her.
"I was waiting for you, eagerly." He casually replied in a murky voice tossing a small smirk.
"Why? Are you plotting something against Clara again?" She gritted her jowls in anger, snapping hard at him.
Travis stood quietly for a few seconds and skeptically started chuckling aloud at her sharp query. His facial expression grew much intense as if he was indeed plotting something heinous.
"Why is this punk laughing out like a maniac? Damn... I am feeling worried about Clara." She gulped fretfully, staring invincibly at him.
