ZAYLA

His smile, and any kind of warmth on his face was immediately wiped off. His golden brown eyes turned woody, layered and impossible to see through. Then he was staring at me, more like accessing me all over, as if his stare could read through my mind. Then he pinched his nose and looked away, his jaw clenched and unclenched.

All these, for a simple question? Now I'm more curious like never before to hear him speak. To know his reply. To know the kind of men they were.

"You're not going to ignore me now, are you?" I asked, intently watching him.

His gaze returned back to me,...