"Let's talk for a bit," Ayana said as her hand quickly reached for Luca's hand. The man stopped and turned to look at her.
"I thought we were done?" Ayana paused a little as she found the coldness on the man's eyes.
"Are you mad at me?" Ayana asked him directly. She really couldn't stand the cold Luca. She would rather he was saying something sarcastic or even doing something that could make her understand what was really inside his head. A small part of her brain was screaming that Luca was jealous, but she felt like it sounded like a dream.
"What do you think?" Luca asked, raising his eyebrows. Ayana almost groaned at his response. Why did he always ask back? Why didn't he just answer the goddamn question?
Ayana stared at Luca and when she was sure that the man wouldn't talk, she finally spoke, "I know you are mad at me, but I just don't understand the reason."
