"Don't take his word seriously; he probably just said that to brush off some girls," Amaya remarked, her head comfortably resting on Zeya's lap. She intertwined their fingers, a small smile playing on her lips as she gazed at their hands, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Zeya blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion, and absentmindedly played with Amaya's hair. "Girls?" she echoed, curiosity lighting up her expression.
Amaya lifted her gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Were there some girls throwing love arrows at him?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice. As Zeya's mind raced, a light bulb flickered on, and she exclaimed, "Oh! Yeah, there was Tina! She's been trying so hard to get Seth's attention for months now! Poor Tina," she said, her voice laced with sympathy.
