"Hey, Mason?" Ciara called out to him as everyone walked back to the camp.
"Yeah?" He replied and waited for her to catch up to where he stood. She met up with him and she gripped his arm when he wanted to walk way.
"Hold on," she whispered.
"You're literally holding me. So, what's wrong?" He asked and raised his hand to brush off the mud on her cheek. He caught her blush and put his hand down immediately.
"I was thinking of performing tonight at the sit out. What'd you think?" She asked and shifted aside for people to pass.
"Nora told me that you can't sing. In her words, you sound like a dying frog and a pregnant sheep. I honestly don't know what those sound like and I'd wish not to know," Mason said in a serious tone.
Ciara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Mason raised a brow
