Milla Will POV
"What is it?" I asked, my confusion evident in my voice. This guy seemed to have a knack for speaking in riddles.
In what manner was he conveying this message? It was as if his words were too dense to penetrate my thick skull, or perhaps the conversation itself was going over my head.
"I said, how about you do it?" he repeated, frustration lacing his words.
"What do you want me to do?" I questioned once more, finally grasping his request. However, this was not the proper way to ask for help from someone, and I could let him know that.
Not because he was Austin. If it were solely about Austin and whether he deserved my assistance, my answer would be a resounding 'no' in any scenario. But that wasn't the case here. It was about basic humanity, even if I wasn't entirely hu
