RUBIN'S ROOM
Rubin chuckled softly, turning back to his laptop with his back facing her, "Stop spilling rubbish, Laura", he mumbled, typing something on his machine. "Who says I don't smile, I'm not a non-living thing or something of that sort. I'm human so I definitely smile". He glanced back at Laura who had her eyes fixed on him with a sardonic, mischievous smile.
Noticing the look on her face, he softly chuckled roguishly, facing her in the process which made Laura chuckle witheringly as well. He unexpectedly pricked her nose, playfully with a deadpan look. "Huh, what's with that look –what's funny?". Ouch, hey, that hurts", she cried, not realizing that he was able to touch her. Laura wore an etched look with her fingers caressing her nose, pretending to be in pain. Rubin felt guilt
