Selena Flores turned back to him, "Yale Allen?"
She could always quickly differentiate Yale Allen and Asher Harrington; they were two completely separate personalities.
The pair of eyes through which they viewed the world were different, Yale's eyes brimming with disgust, while Asher's held a recklessness daring enough to perish with the world.
They looked at each other, each in silence.
What should be said at such a moment? Yale racked his brain and when it came to his lips, all he had was, "I just dreamt about you."
He dreamt they didn't argue, dreamt she smiled at him.
"I'll go pay first."
Selena went out with her head lowered, not letting anyone see her emotion.
She was gone for a long time.
Yale found her in the stairwell; the previously off voice-controlled light lit up brightly because of him.
Selena looked up, her eyes red and having already cried.
