Ana didnt know why her heart was beating strangely and faster at that. She smiles and stares at her toes.
What does she know about love?
Her memory flashed to when she was eleven. The war that had broken out back then? What it had done to her and the remains of it that eveyone couldn still see in the abandoned huge buildings and in the slums of the street. With half the population of humans acting normal while being traumatised and half greedy for power to survive.
She shakes her head and turns her gaze to him. "I know nothing about love boss. What can I know? I grew up with the war. How could I possibly love?" She scoffs, gets on her feet and kicks the floor. Squatting back down so that she was adjacent him, she asks him in a soft voice. "Enough about me. Do you...do you want to talk about her?"
