On the third day, Slate glanced at her closed door before going inside their unit.
"Why don't you ask her where she is?" Scarlet asked him.
"What are you trying to say?" he rebuked removing his shoes and tie before going straight to the kutchen to have something cold to drink.
"I am talking about Amethyst, obviously you are also worried so why are you holding back?" Scarlet asked again.
He frowned at her, "Worried? Are you seriously saying that to me?"
Scarlet shook her head, "Dense."
She wheeled herself back to the living room with a sigh.
Slate shook his head as well at what she was talking about.
'Had been glancing at her door every time you leave and arrive, so why are you saying that you are not worried?' she wants to tell him straight but she knew he would just glare at him.
She kept grumbling in her mind as she typed on her laptop but soon it started trembling.
She frowned as she look at it, it was getting harder and harder to use her hands.
