Muya stormed through the house, his voice echoing with frustration as he yelled, "Shelly! Shelly, where are you?" His heart pounded with a mix of anger and urgency, and his footsteps echoed loudly as he searched every room.
"Shelly!" he called again, his voice sharper this time. Whatever she had done, Muya wasn't in the mood for games. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
Shelly leaned back casually, a smirk tugging at her lips as she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "What?" she asked lazily, her voice dripping with nonchalance. "Why are you yelling my name like a maniac?"
Muya stood there, fuming, his fists clenched. "You know exactly why, Shelly. Don't play dumb with me."
She rolled her eyes, her calm demeanor only fueling his anger. "Relax, Muya. You're making a scene. What's the big deal?"
