Don't ask me that,she croaks out, squeezing my hand weakly. Unless... unless you want me to bawl like a little baby, please don't ask me that,she's evidently taken aback by the question, shaking her head as she sniffles to herself, shifting her gaze to the ground.

I raise an eyebrow at her odd request. Did she think I was actually going to listen to her? If I say why are you not okay, will that make things any better? I muse jokingly, flashing her a wink and lifting my head. My attempt at making her crack a smile is futile, because Aiyana simply glares at me.

Man, I can't believe I do this shit for free.

Do you have selective hearing? She scoffs, disbelief crossing her soft features. Did you-did you not hear what I just said?

How am I meant to make you feel better if I don't know why you're crying like a little shit?I ask, staring down at her blankly. There's an undecipherable emotion that flashes across her eyes as she steps back.

I appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine.

I'm going to ask you one more time, Aiyana, I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her. She huffs, positioning her palm on my chest to push me away-though I think she's actually trying to cop a feel-and step around. What's wrong?

Her touch goes slack against me, dropping her head in defeat. I've... I've had a really crap day, Judah. God, this is so embarrassing. Why are you even here?

The only thing you should consider embarrassing is sending your screenshots to the wrong person, sweetheart, the corner of my lips tilt up into a subtle smirk, blatantly taking a dig at her. And when she groans into the crook of her arm, I continue to speak, Don't beat yourself up over it. I'm sure there are plenty of people in the world that have sent screenshots to the same person... twice.

She squeaks in embarrassment, scrunching her face up and squeezing her eyes close. You're not making this any better, Judah. Do you enjoy seeing me squirm?

Lifting her head, my eyes drop to her lips; her lower lip is jutted out slightly, heaving a sigh as she awaits my response. Instead, I ignore her and answer her earlier question, Valentino asked if I could pick you up, so here I am.

Oh, you didn't have to-

Trust me, I didn't want to either, I cut her off, pushing myself off the brick wall to make my way to Waffles&Gelato. I roll my shoulders, waiting for her to approach my side before making a move; it isn't until I hear the sound of her heeled boots draw closer do I begin to walk.

However, Aiyana is full of fucking questions today. Why are we heading towards Waffles&Gelato? The station is on the other side.

How else am I meant to cheer you up?