Rubin fidgeted, his lips instinctively curved in a sheepish smile while he stole glances at Laura whose eyes were darted and slightly biting on her lips– lost for words.

"What were you thinking?" She mumbled in a near whisper as if Mya could hear her; Rubin gesticulated with creased brow.

Mya gazed at him, edge on with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" She queried, sounding a bit skeptical.

Rubin muttered as if to say something but nothing came in mind. ...