Ryan typed quickly: "Younger."
Chase responded: "Buy her a gift."
Chase added: "Maybe another reason. Ask her if you're concerned."
Ryan thought for a moment before typing: "Hmm."
He put his phone away and turned to Charlotte. "Charlotte..." he called out.
Charlotte leaned against the seat with her eyes closed, not responding. Ryan gently poked her shoulder.
Charlotte threw a sharp glance at him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Why did you suddenly stop speaking?" Ryan asked.
"It's my wish," Charlotte replied, her voice brief.
She turned her attention back to the outside scene, gazing out the window.
"Have I done anything that upset you?" Ryan asked, concern etched in his voice.
"You came back yesterday, yet you haven't informed me about it," Charlotte spoke up, her words laced with hurt. "Who am I to you?"
Ryan sought clarification: "You're upset about it?"
