“Oh my God, phfft I feel bad, you’re so harsh on her, she looked so happy when she thought you’ve accepted her lett- wait, why are you looking at my arm?” Emaya laughed until she noticed him continuously looking at her arm.
“Nothing,” he shook his head, sighing and looking away.
Emaya raised her brow and also glanced down at her arm, only then it came to her what happened. She almost forgot about her wounded arm.
The memories of last night, his father beating her and throwing an empty bottle on her flickered through her mind, she quickly sat straight up, brushing off her thoughts and tried to change the topic, putting a wide smile on her face.
“Woah! Your seat is empty today, that’s rare.” She grinned.
“I wonder if you have ever let anyone sit near you, except for your bag.”
Ash shoo
