Dylan’s POV.
“Hey! What’s going on here?” I asked, receiving no answer. I walked into the room to find the balcony door open and two persons standing there.
“Dylan.”
“Muna.”
The greetings passed accordingly until I was standing with the both of them, receiving the night’s breeze.
“The night sure looks love tonight, don’t you think, Devin?” I asked my brother, but my eyes were on Muna.
“It would be better if you are in your room,” he replied me.
“It would be better if he wouldn’t be so stubborn,” Muna said, folding her arms across her chest.
“Don’t listen to her.”
I ignored Devin, sticking my face closer to hers.
“He has alway been like that, you know? Tell me what he did. I might very well solve it for you.” I said with a smile, moving over to her right-hand side where I could se
