Zarina stood up immediately and composed herself. On the other hand, Draymond sat on the couch with a red face and beads of cold sweat on his brows. Zarina bit her nails, praying that the man who entered hadn't seen them. She quickly went to her bag and fixed her things.
"Hey! Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Keiffer asked, staring at Draymond. Then, his eyes shifted to the lady with the familiar shirt.
Draymond didn't answer him, so Keiffer waited for the lady to turn her back.
'Alas! I can finally leave! Shit! Why do we always kiss on the couch, damn!' Zarina cursed herself inwardly. 'I think I should stop drinking coffee; it always pushes me to embarrassment.' She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes in annoyance, and exaggeratedly sighed. 'Ugh! Alright! It was just an accident, Zarina, okay,' she said inwardly, then sighed deeply before turning her head.
