"Here's your drink," Elara spoke softly while handing over a glass of juice to John with a neutral look which distorted to a deep frown when the audacious male caressed her hands before taking the glass.
"What's wrong?" John asked innocently, looking at her in a way that tickled her anger.
Elara shook her head before letting out a sigh, moving to sit opposite the male without replying.
"John, what do you want?" she asked, her voice holding a certain exhaustion to them which reflected her current turbulent mood.
John took a sip from his drink before lifting his eyes to Elara's, "You."
"Ha!" A sharp laugh slipped through her lips, her eyes widened comically, and she donned a smile that expressed her mood more than a frown ever could.
"What is it?" John questioned obliviously as if aiming to fan the flames brewing within Elara.
