His lips curve to the right all the way before his head lowers to match her tone of voice.
"Let's make sure that 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 happen, ok .ᐣ A competitor is nothing without its opponents & I respect your brother's game, ha. Really do."
her brows furrow—not the slightest bit amused. she almost scoffs, but her hands tremble, and she doesn’t quite have the balls for this but damn it, she’ll die trying to find them.
“nothing that won’t lead to your guy over there dropping me,” she murmurs, forcing a gentle smile.
A dry, simple laugh as he stares at the ceiling above their heads, purposely waving his arms in front of himself, feigning some disorientation.
"No, sweetheart. Do you .ᐣ"