After a long, intense argument, Roy decided to be calm as the trees around him. He knew Halora needed his attention more than arguing with a narrow–minded, selfish person like Sandra.
"Fix yourself, we need to search the area before noon."
He told her as her hair was completely a mess, her thick, long eyelashes turned darker as her make up was ruined by her tears.
Roy held tightly the rope as he checked the things he brought with him. He quickly took out the bottle of water, opened it and drank almost half of the water inside of the tumbler.
Yet, Sandra was till fixing her hair and ruined make–up. She said, "Ugh! I really hate this concealer! That seller is a piece of sht, liar ugly duckling!"
"Watch your mouth, Sandra! It's your fault for wearing heavy make–up!"
"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes, wiped out the concealer off of her face as she saw him from a distance. "Asshole!" she said and showed Roy her middle finger.
