"Did you steal that card from the poor man out there?" Ayana asked as they walked back.
"I borrowed it. I'll return it after I use it," Maria squared her shoulders.
"She stole it while the poor man was off guard," Roman said quickly.
"I borrowed it. I returned the card with nothing missing," Maria replied lazily.
"I am sure it would be a different case if it was a credit card or something." Roman murmured.
Maria turned to Roman, "you should shut your mouth or I am going to make you regret it."
Roman raised his hand in surrender then gestured to zip his mouth, lock it and throw the key away.
"Good, now go to the canteen and buy me something that could ease my anger," Maria shooed Roman before turning to look at Ayana.
"Then?" Maria asked. Her face was full of curiosity.
"Yes please continue without me," Roman murmured as he walked away.
"I'll tell you when you did not annoy me too much."
