Anya’s Point of View:
"Michael, stop being so messy!" L.A. yelled at her mate, tugging on his hair in frustration. I took a sip from my cup, watching the two of them with a smile. Once again, L.A. was causing a fuss with Michael, and it was becoming a usual routine. I shook my head and went back to reading my magazine.
"Honey, what did you do to my hair? It’s a disaster," Michael complained. I couldn’t help but laugh loudly when I saw how tangled his hair was with random clips stuck in it.
"Do you not like it?" L.A. asked, suddenly looking sad. Michael rubbed his head in defeat, then cupped L.A.’s face gently.
"I actually love it, honey. It looks great," he said, trying to reassure her, even though he was clearly struggling with the mess. L.A. smiled at me, clearly proud of her creativ
