ILANA
Nina's eyes focused on a glass of juice in front of her; her hand twirled the straw, stirring the drink with no interest in swigging or sipping it. Her mind might wander somewhere for the problem she was dealing with, and silence could help her escape the bitter reality she was faced with.
Despite being shadowed by her woeful eyes, the beauty on her face did not wither; even time could not remove the smoothness of her skin. Vera even looked younger in her knee-length pink dress with long sleeves. Her long straight black hair was tied into a ponytail, falling to one side of her shoulders.
"I…," My eyes flicked at her, who finally opened her mouth. "I probably look like a shameless person to you, for I often pushed you into trouble during high school; and now…when I am in trouble, y
