With the sun overhead, Mila pressed her face on the glass as they drove out of the company, with the disaster she had caused behind. Reporters clamoring and Clara scrambling to save face. In the midst of it all, Mila's face remained stoic and her eyes ahead. Feeling someone's gaze intently on her, Mila rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"Do you have something to say to me?" her eyes meeting with Lacie's own from the rearview mirror.
Lacie blinked and looked away, "It wasn't him we saw at the bar, right?"
"You mean Andreas?" Mila rubbed the dust off from the mirror and exhaled on it, using her fingers to draw shapes. "Yes, it wasn't him." she nodded.
Lacie pressed her lips, "Then why did you..." her voice trailed.
