Trenton Smith reaches out his hand to stop her, looking down at her complexion.
The delicate brow of Norris Moore was slightly furrowed, displaying an air of irritability and fatigue.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.
Norris shook her head: "Maybe I'm just a little tired." She wriggled free from Trenton's fingers, but he grasped her firmly, his other hand gently pinching her petite chin, inspecting her expression.
"Tell me, what do you want, Norris?"
Norris had her eyebrows tightly furrowed, her eyes cast down, not looking at him. She appeared increasingly helpless.
"Speak."
"..." Norris looked up at Trenton, her voice calm, "Trenton Smith, let's call it quits."
